Lonely chair

While walking through the university garden, I came across a chair. Standing there all alone, this ordinary object seemed to tell a story. Who knows—maybe a student had sat there to rest, perhaps someone had gotten lost in their thoughts, or maybe it was simply forgotten. As I looked at that chair, I imagined it carrying traces of people’s lives: a brief pause, a friendly conversation, or a silent moment. It might seem like a simple object, but the lives surrounding it had given it meaning.

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