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A flower.
A sunrise.
A cup of tea.
A quiet wish for a good day.

They arrive almost every morning.
Forwarded, compressed, saved and sent again.

Individually, they seem unremarkable.
A little kitsch.
A little blurred.
Easy to swipe past.

But they keep arriving.

Perhaps what matters is not the image itself,
but the act of sending.

A small signal crossing distance.
A reminder that, this morning,
someone thought of you.

 

 

Still saying good morning — back to start
Jan 2025
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