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Lives

When I look around, I see people wrapped in their own lives. It feels like by simply acknowledging someone else’s existence, they have touched my life, in a way. I wonder if I’ve touched them at all.

Do I look like I’m wrapped in my own life? How do strangers perceive me? Have I gotten a glance, or a long look? Have there been judgements made, assumptions laid, because of the way I look, or the activity that I am partaking in? (drinking a beer and typing on my laptop in a pub).

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Incidentally, today I learned that I gallop when I am hyper.

Love,
Kim