I was sitting in the botanical gardens yesterday, a weathered notebook resting on my knee and a particularly vibrant Monstera leaf tucked into my copy of Spinoza, when I felt it—that phantom vibration against my thigh. Even in the presence of such breathing, green majesty, my hand instinctively reached for the cold glass of my …
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