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I am sitting Indian style on the floor and the questioning why we have to call it indian style. I haven’t felt detached in awhile. I know all these amazing people and yet feel so distant. I see the symmetry in every line that someone makes and I wish I had a camera but yet all I have is mental images of perfect alignment and beauty. If I wasn’t obsessive compulsive about visions it would be different. I love the perfection in everyday life that many don’t see. I will stand here awkwardly writing about me watching people when they don’t know and be content about it. Thank you to those that don’t realize they make a piece of art in my mind.
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I see your wisdom as wishful thinking. Lend me your ears as I speak your sermon to empty pews.
