Chu-ying Lai

Life unfolds along the journey in many different forms: morning glories blooming at dawn, plants gathering strength deep within the soil, fireworks that vanish in an instant, and soft-bodied creatures drifting in the sea.

Passing through one another’s worlds, we may remain strangers, yet within the passage of time we each reveal a distinct resilience and spirit. I wish to gather these moments into the journey—those pauses of stopping, breathing, and gazing. May we, in this long and winding walk, also find our own rhythms.
 

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