On the LRT on the way to the game, I saw a woman of such beauty that it was like my mind was a bell resonating to the strike of joy; she was tiny with black pageboy-cut hair and wide-set tilted eyes of honeydark chocolate, all wrapped up in a wool jacket a size too large for her so that she appeared all the more delicate within it, as if the mere act of looking might cause her to break.
On the way back home in my brother's van, I saw two men outside the Mac's store on 7th and 8th chucking garbage onto the ground and laughing. I wonder if people like that ever know what they are missing by delighting in their own mindlessness.
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Better educated sadness than oblivious joy.
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