What occurred to consume our connection, what pitted us one against another? How do we feel the soaring architecture that children feel, and sustain what is supple there?
Perhaps if we each made it our work to be kinder to people we don’t know in this strange cafe, maybe the cushion of that napkin would be deep enough to absorb our ink.
Perhaps if we each made it our work to be kinder to people we don’t know in this strange cafe, maybe the cushion of that napkin would be deep enough to absorb our ink.
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