It’s been slightly more than a week now since the thunderstorm, the weather forecast is less rainy but at the very most it’s still partly cloudy. Every day, there is still a little drizzle but at least there is no longer pouring showers.
At least, the doors that slammed shut are ajar again. To my pleasure, the landlord hasn’t left.
I don’t know how I first stumbled my way to this door, but I know it is hard to locate and even harder to open.
So if you’re reading this, I will attempt knocking at the door again.
I will gather all the pieces of glass and delicately piece them back again.
Imperfection is the pinnacle of perfection in your eyes.
The reformed pieces shall be stronger than its perfectly unbroken counterpart.
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