The freedom of childhood to babble incoherent sounds in a crowded public space at the top of one's lungs. It's beautiful.
I watched strangers comfort one another. Such polarities in circumstance yet a universal thread connecting them, the ache of frienships, uncertainty and uneasiness surrounding human connection. For a brief moment I felt like I knew them. Like I could rise from my seat and embrace my saddened friends. It makes me ache to be as free as that baby but I am also greatful that I was able to feel our connection even if they do not know my name or face.
Dream softly my love.
Always,
-Willow
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