at what point do we meet - our distance is shared between us, space seemingly touched against two, and yet our view reveals only a continuation. It's as if we exist always as a horizon, or our own demonstration of seamless merging. In truth I see no lines between us, no telling point of an ending or beginning - every horizon shows us our reality. We are distinct aspects of one thing played small for the pleasure of revealing ourselves again as whole.
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Peace,
Eric
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