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and there they sat each passerby with vivid lives the urge to cry magnificent words on some of their tongues and a song to sing in each of their lungs the hand they bear some never know and I think we must learn to grow
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
Sonder
and there they sat each passerby with vivid lives the urge to cry magnificent words on some of their tongues and a song to sing in each of their lungs the hand they bear some never know and I think we must learn to grow
sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as one's own.
elise-jaco
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Jul 24, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
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