on the first, i walked down the street.
as i turned the corner, a black man bicycled past me.
he stared right into my eyes, a single tear trickling out of each of his.
leaving a shiny trail down his cheeks that glinted in the sun.
i got a coffee.
and sat outside.
the world was bright & breezy & clear & lovely.
and i was in it.
[i still am]
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