Daily writing prompt
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
There’s a flower vase in every room though not all are filled with flowers. On occasion they’ll be found filled to brim with sand, seashells, water or lights and nearly every day the sound of flutes can be heard from my work room.
It’s difficult to imagine a vessel absent touch, sight, smell, sound or taste. It’s difficult to say goodbye to vessels that hold hearts the soul never stops sensing.

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