A breeze


Sometimes words, information, people, life seems to run over us like a racing car.

No time to take a breath, a glimpse, a memory.

We need to give them the time and patience to affect us, to build us, to change us.

And maybe sometimes words, information, people, live affects us by just passing by.

Leaving us with nothing but a breeze.


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