Last Friday I went out dancing
Two friends and a few more, more at whim than planned
The plan was to meet one
But slowly the web spread
It never ceases to amaze me the connections in this town
Some people we may cross only once; twice
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It’s interesting to see how fragile or solid
The sides of people or ourselves unknown
I was reminded of a children’s fantasy when I saw the look on his face
The worlds a small boy within a book wandered before he found himself
And his lives to be the link between them all
The half-worlds he thought were dreams
Magic and half-truths
The smoke; the click of locks;
Skirts and casual conversations gone deeper;
Perhaps the pieces we all had were different
I know he feels some guilt
Today was a day of wandering
I used my walking route
One of the shop owners I often stop to talk to has closed their business
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