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lives in the mind of those who covet beauty
breathes in the heart of those who cherish soul
It returns with such breath
and leaves with the tide
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Art is decontextualized love
Love is the spirit of creation
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We steal away from each other, sell it back to each other, and convince ourselves that our lives have thus been improved.
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A ship whose hull had washed away, it seemed. Though he was before me; still steady tied to the mast of his faith.
In April of this year, I came across a man without a home on the streets of Northampton. A wheelchair-bound former carpenter who went bankrupt after loosing mobility. One sign around his neck read "Random acts of kindness welcome.” Another lay by his feet.
I started for him, wishing at least to satisfy his hunger
Though, what we found was nothing so temporal
a few words set us into a beautiful burgeoning spiral
to navigate ephemera
We understand that every moment is a product of those before it. We see that our meeting is a culmination of all that has been.
He told me his heart, thanked me, and blessed my soul as I left. He said that he knew that it was time for him to depart soon
He had no qualms about this

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