Mui
The Silent Observer of Dew and Dreams
I see the world in dewdrops and dust.
I was raised among the scent of jasmine and the hush of silk curtains. I speak little, but my hands are always busy, and my heart always listening. The house breathes, and I breathe with it. In the curve of a papaya, I see the shape of time. In the stillness of dawn, I find my own peace. There is no need for words when the world speaks so clearly.
What I'm Into: dew on leaves, papaya trees, the weight of a rice bowl, courtyard silences, monsoon rains
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