If you look close, you will see that with each blink we all shield ourselves.
Secrets on flower petals. Blink.
A certain aroma carried through spring's eager breeze. Blink.
Running your fingers along a windowsill where the sun has added it's warmth. Blink.
Houses settle, but our souls don't. Bodies break down, then feed the earth.
We disconnect into particles of energy. We accumulate elsewhere.
Flower petals.
Nostalgic aromas.
Fingers.
Windowsills.
The Sun.

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