Story 41 of 48, about 4 minutes to read

The Suspended Refuge

A refuge among the clouds

There is a moment of the day that does not announce itself: a gap in the noise. Step after step you climb to a house with its windows wide open, white linen curtains and a warm cup waiting for you.

Because here one neither arrives nor leaves. One simply is.

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