For Weishi
Commas are significant to me.
They mark a pause, a take of breath, just like when things go downhill for us. But it doesn't stay that way for long. They slowly climb up and start to go uphill, nearer to the fluffy clouds and the pretty rainbows, and pick up what is precious and left behind; it is never the end. The sentence continues like well-written prose, even better than before.
We are like that sentence.
YOU ARE READING
kāi
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