is it embellished by endorphins, or
is it a perfectly functioning lens on reality?
because when I remember, I love what is, and what has been.
the glimmers that I see now, I didn't always see.
and when I stop to wonder, I do not squint.
I find myself smiling, and laughing,
understanding who I am, who they were
and sharing with fellow wanderers, what is.
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