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2022-08-19 06:41:16

    there is a whimsical sort of magic in the time

    capsule that exists between two people, suspended together when wrapped in a conversation.

    the world melts around them, ignoring, plumes of the glittery snow that i would like to consider humanity itself fluttering down around them.

    they are alone, yet i observe them in their snowglobe as they converse, and i smile.

    is it not endearing that people simply are ?