Posted on the 6S Social Network 2Feb10
A young boy walked along a sidewalk, using his fingers to create clean lines on dirty glass. The vibration that was sent through his body from each slow step reinforced that thought in his mind. The thought that he is living life in small increments; a short burst of meaning between silent travels of time. He stopped, lifted his fingers from the dirty window, and inspected the filth that had accumulated. He looked back at the four lines that were cut into the dust, and he smiled. He looked forward, wiped his hand on his shirt, and ran.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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