It's Still Life

a collection of moments: nothing grand, nothing forced.
just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed

18.03.26, 11:28

windows left ajar
the smell of soap and wet soil
drifting through the street.

first warm day of spring
cars washed, gardens speaking back,
doors open at last.
the doctor’s wife tells me:
he died there, weeks ago.

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