We sit in this room, just you and I, with everyone peeking in. But they can't hear us speak, they don't know the true content of our conversation. You tell me this is too sticky, too hot, too much for you. I ask why you are sitting all the way over there.
Can we share this space, make it both our own and each of ours? Can we be happy in this room, with everyone on the outside, and just our private words?
That is the question we all live and die for. That is the journey.
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