I sit, not fully knowing what awaits me.
gazing beyond to activites, in another window.
Another history.
A glimpse therein, proceeds and begins
an eternity in my mind.
Thoughts build up to a semi-coherent All
of 'somewhere' I've never been.
Something I've never done.
Someone I've never seen before.
It all piles up. Imagining (believing)
That their may (must be) Stories to be told.
Over there in the unknown,
things must be known to others.
And perhaps, in life's almigty twists of Syncronysms (paraleliality*) there may be one writing down the same on her notepad.
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