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Warm, golden sunlight dances on bamboo leaves in the dense thicket I lie underneath. There is something peculiarly enrapturing about this komorebi – in confluence with melodious rustling of blade-like leaves – a strange quality of assurance that immediately induces repose in the mind. My stress and fatigue escape the body in a deep, soulful exhale as my chest muscles finally find relaxation. A little squirrel teeters on a delicate twig above my head.

This pacific respite, I think then, owes such quality to the fact that one must steal these moments from the wheel of time – these rare, precious, fleeting moments.

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