The Philosopher Who Loved a Shadow

Attachment to the intangible defines us all.

By GoldenSpeechPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

He followed it everywhere, knowing it wasn’t alive. When the sun set, he vanished too.

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Attachment to the intangible defines us all.

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