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Made for MiraA little journal
The days I keep.
Ordinary afternoons. Kept for a little longer.
Every word, in one place
The days I keep.
Ordinary afternoons. Kept for a little longer.
You chose the flowers. I kept the afternoon.
I have been collecting the days that did not seem important enough to photograph: the coffee after the market, the books we put back, the long walk with nothing to decide. These are the days I keep.
With love, Aarav
The way a short errand becomes a whole afternoon with you.
How you always find the smallest, loveliest thing in a busy place.
That home can be a person walking beside me.
Sunday at the flower market.
You chose the flowers. I kept the afternoon.
Two coffees, slowly.
Two coffees, no next appointment, and all the time in the world to hear about your week.
A little further, together.
We brought too much water and not enough snacks. I would still choose that walk with you, every time.