Once, the world rotated with more pauses.
Time grew grain by grain, not flash.
If you wanted, you learned to linger.
Desire stretched long like summer shadows.
Waiting wasn’t punishment, it was presence.
You sat with stillness, made it hum.
Boredom wasn’t banished, it built wonder.
Imagined boats from shoes, sailed halls.
Broken things weren’t discarded, they taught.
How a crack could cradle new strength.
Fixing carried fingerprints of your effort.
It took hours, maybe more, to mend.
A slower pace etched love in the edges.
No instant blur of beginnings or endings.
Relief wasn’t delivered, it was earned.
Patience stained hands, bright beams lingered.
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