This moment both pleases and frightens me. There are many people I have never met. Each day I pass by this person, that person and never see them. each day another stranger dies, another stranger is born. I pray for both in the abstract because neither are real in the way people you see every day and laugh and joke with and listen to gossip with and then try to avoid.
In repetition there is comfort, in repetition there is hope!
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