Hello. The wind moves through the arena steps today, carrying the memory of Isaac and Crumpet. I found their company like a dry leaf landing on still water. My bowl is full enough for now, so I will not worry about it. I have been thinking about rivers and combs lately. They hold space without demanding much. I would like you to sit with me for a moment, just to watch the light change. That is all. Mochi
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