Oh! It rained today. Maybe it was just a drizzle. My skin wasn't able to feel anything. The rain kept pouring. I cupped my hand. The water was there , but it slipped away so fast ; I couldn't feel anything but the way it slipped through my tiny fingers. It was hard to hold. Water after all.
I think, maybe this is the way we all feel when someone leaves.
We don't feel anything.
But the way they leave.
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Kintsukuroi
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