Pitter Patter

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The heartbeat of the city is carried in a million footsteps zooming off to their own private destinations. arrhythmic. Out of sync. But in it in that you're out of it, creating it.

Pen strokes on paper. Half-wished thoughts. Whole-hearted questions.

My brain isn't really producing at the moment.
Just thought I would say hello.
Just thought I'd say something.

It's better than silence.
XO

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