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The Suspended Refuge
Cherry trees in blossom along a river; on a stone, an open wooden box with a paper crane

Story 34 of 48, about 5 minutes to read

The Breath of the Cherry Trees

A refuge among the blossoming branches

At sunset the wind combs the cherry trees leaning over the river, and the petals fall unhurried. You find a paper crane and a fan in your hands: quiet gifts to carry with you.

When you close your eyes, you still feel the breath of the cherry trees: a faint beat that merges with your own.

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