I was sitting under a parasol, looking at the sea, when I realised that nothing was missing from that moment.
We usually know exactly what has exhausted us. Perhaps we should be equally precise about what has done us good.
A place. A song. A conversation. An hour in which we felt entirely ourselves.
By midweek, that is worth remembering.
Rooted in Depth. Radiating Light,
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