she watched.
lives milling upon
it
she imagined that
they looked
out over
the bridge
and wondered
about those perhaps
looking at them.
and for a second,
in a space not known,
their lives and eyes,
met.
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- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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