The school playground
a basis of duality for so many people.
Children playing voluntarily together…while parents are forced into proximity. Bound by name and schedule.
The birthgiver of your daughter’s best friend.
They are so happy together… playing tag.
So you speak to the woman you would never choose to voluntary , the one trapped inside your social circle by obligation, not affinity.
You exchange words you don’t mean, smiles that don’t reach the eyes. Not for you. Never for you.
But for your children….you do anything.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
The school playground
a basis of duality for so many people.
Children playing voluntarily together…while parents are forced into proximity. Bound by name and schedule.
The birthgiver of your daughter’s best friend.
They are so happy together… playing tag.
So you speak to the woman you would never choose to voluntary , the one trapped inside your social circle by obligation, not affinity.
You exchange words you don’t mean, smiles that don’t reach the eyes. Not for you. Never for you.
But for your children….you do anything.
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