Wednesday, November 01, 2023

I Always Wonder

 

A text came in. A picture of stacking books, one of them is Rumi. I instantly remember a promise. He said it's my birthday, I should have asked something. I asked for Rumi, the poet, anything he wrote, I desired. It was a year ago. I haven't owned any of Rumi's. He just bought one, but not for me.


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