Be someone upon whom nothing is lost.
A wax tablet. A child’s slate.
A database of glances. A list of stuff.
A repository of the inconsequential.
Let your spirit eyes roam randomly.
Take notes on all your heart encounters.
Spy beneath the facade of the ordinary.
Ruminate, digest, consider, remember.
This is where it all begins.
Not with a bang, but with a look.
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