I sit still holding an umbrella, looking down at my bare feet. I sit there quietly, intervening, bearing, thinking, either lightly or heavily. I find myself internally navigating the delicate balance between intervention and passive observation. The umbrella serves as both a shield and a conduit for the myriad thoughts and emotions that occupy the space between my contemplative breaths.
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