False borders - as if a line is drawn between our fingers and the world and the touch we know isn't infinite in its expansion. Even walls are embraced by the very space of their divide. This is the true touch of our existence - things appear in their distinction, yet nothing is ever stranded from the whole. There is always our connection.
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No step takes us farther into distance - our center always holds.
Peace,
Eric
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