whether powerful or subtle, the spice we add is to our own tastes
it’s the little things that give comfort that provide our security
if you’ve been somewhere you know it, otherwise it could be anywhere
a row of steel homes remind us how the past thought the future would be Nicollet Ave S
posting a message used to mean that a staple is all that would last
to build the future we first make a mess worse than what’s being replaced
we cease to notice when temporary fences become permanent
the scariest path that we can walk is in our imagination
when something is found we instinctively try to write its backstory
when two of the same stand together and react differences show
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