
📍Loci: Common Ground
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
✨ Many will feel the pull to hurry past these words, gripped by the restless urge to scroll onwards. But should you find the courage to linger, to resist the tide of haste, you will be performing a quiet kind of magic.