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  • Everyone has that person.
    That person who is on the same side as your good eye and at that perfect distance for your tired, sad eyes to rest on.
    They’re like a rock to sit on.
    A pillow softly filling the space between your body and the ground.
    A bench after a long walk, your legs aching, cracking like old wood.
    Your eyes outline their body first, cutting their silhouette slowly out like scissors on paper.
    Eventually you smile.
    You have the power to appreciate someone.
    You wish you could shake their hand, caress their hair, look them in the eye and say, “you are fascinating.”
    And walk away, a grin pulling the sides of your lips.

    photo by Cédrick Fernandez.
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