leaving our comfort . carries with it the promise . of being exposed
meeting a stranger . we do not know their story . so we make one up
each experience . is unique, filtered through past . experiences
there are instructions . that we do not understand . they’re not for us
the best way to feel . what a neighborhood is like . is from its sidewalks
each experience . lasts a moment, memories . can last a lifetime
an unlit candle . will last forever, but that . is not its purpose
flowers suspended . between the sky and the ground . we see the basket
there’s always something . new to discover, even . if it looks the same
without clarity . of vision, we cannot know . the world around us
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