I love this photo.  Neighbours … such a narrow street … touching.

Not being able to get rid of the extra stuff around the photo dims within the brilliance of the message.

We build houses, complete with walls and rooms.  We build cars that compress us into separateness on our highways.  And some eyes mostly see better than / worse than, differences in any variable you can think of, and words such as Do I know you? in response to a hello.

I want a world of connection where I’ll know enough Dutch to speak to the old man in Lunchroom Martens who knows no English.

I want to laugh with a fifteen-year-old (sixty years younger) because we’re both human beings.

I want to sit easy with someone who’s immensely shy, with me doing most of the talking … and showing that I am with them.

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My hand and your hand

It’s enough