Life is brought to a silence until the rhythm within the movement of friends, pictures that line the walls, music played in public spaces, and chance occurrences and conversations emerges. The grand orchestra resounding in this sweetest whisper extends an invitation.
Colors presented separately, forms individually contained converge into vague imagery and are refocused. Then the moment speaks not only for itself but echoes into tomorrow and breathes over a day that has already passed. When our joys and grief, boredom and hope become more significant in the company of each other the lines find their place on the canvas, the words gather on hidden pages or in the lyrics of a song, their veil unmasked.
It is here that the contours of your face are understood, where truth spills from the heart, where life not only moves through you, you stand and move through it.
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this just makes me look forward to thursday am even more. so deeply glad that you are my friend.
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