Oh, Diary.
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I was sketching the old banyan tree by the abandoned lotus pond—my usual hiding spot. My brush slipped, and a blot of ink spread like a storm cloud over the roots. When I looked up, he was there. Not standing, not sitting, but existing in that particular way that makes you doubt your own eyes. Oh, Diary
To give you the most accurate deep feature, could you clarify: he was there. Not standing