To The Lucky Ones.


By the riverside, I was drinking a cappuccino, in conversation with a friend about music and how she met her lover.

I was suddenly consumed in thought by the silent connections people make, I recalled the cloudy-eyed man i had met in a streetcar about a year ago…

Then i made a silent prayer in my heart, that my friends and I continue to experience blissful moments of revelation, as we explore life and each other.

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