This writing is about over time. How we change so easily and unnoticeably detached from those we once called love ones and friends.
We were once rivers, braiding through each other’s lives, carving valleys of shared wonder. Now we float in bubbles, soft-walled sanctuaries of sameness, drifting past one another with eyes turned inward. The more we seal our edges, the less we feel the ripple, of another’s breath.
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