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Jan 2019
her surroundings are hushed
as she steps into a foreign world
where nothing seems rushed.

on what seems to be barren ground,
lies an object that holds the power
to open a long lost wound
or turn back an hour.

with her eyes on fragile glass
she seeps into an unfamiliar perspective,
becoming one with her own essence.

she would never have experienced
freedom from the chains of the universe
if she was not curious to look

through the eyes of another.
to my 13 year old self who discovered that there will always be another way to look at life. to look at it from different perspectives, like a director looking through different camera angles to get the perfect one.
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     Fawn and Rich Hues
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