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Joy
Buried under layers of heavy breathing and revenge joy still lives.
I bring mine out when in movement.
A small surplace with bystanders waiting for a traffic light to change. An improvised acceleration on one’s motion. Staying still on one side eating something, looking into nothing. The sudden game of shadows and lights that comes out when I advance in open air. An intense look that crosses your look for an instant. A race between friends.
There are thousands of ways to proclaim joy even in these places and times filled with arrogance and avidness.
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