Masha Allah, looking at my father's ample belly makes me honestly believe that there must still exist cultures in today's world that would consider rubbing it for good luck, or even a bountiful harvest.
Let Me Count the Ways
I have lost count of the times I've misplaced my phone around the house, even my own room. I hardly seem to care anymore as to where I put it last or when I'll be needing it again. When speaking of the heart as a symbol of endearment, some people are said to walk around with their hearts on their sleeves while others claim to have given their beloved their hearts on departure. I think as a means to ensure I would not flit away like a butterfly as soon as the long winter gave way to spring, Ryz took my brain with him when he left.
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