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Feb 2014
Same window
different viewers
inward and outward
constantly changing with seasons.

I always wonder how many people I've shared the same space with
but at different times
and if we all gathered in a room
would we find something to talk about?
Would we know all the places we have been?

we will never know
because that will never happen.
*so says I.
June West
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