Serendip.
Long words, short glances
- presentiment.
Piercing warmth,
A smile starting on the inside.
New ground, untrodden grass
drops of dew still lingering.
Perhaps I don't have to write this story.
Maybe just live it?
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Philosophy(a) about literature, language and discarded moments from the junkyard of my mind
