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Aug 2020
They’re like those puddles of rain.
The ones you find in a parking lot littered with oil spots. The colors that swirl about within. You just gotta stop sometimes and look at them. Just for a moment. Give them all of you. Maybe you part ways with nothing. Or. You walk away having seen something that no one has ever seen. And it’s yours. To think back on at your leisure. Forever.
These people.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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