those brief paradisiacal moments...trapezoidal shadows that creep across the floor with the arch of the passing sun
an inch worm that crawls across your finger when shuffling through greens at the farmers market
leafing through pages at a local bookstore
moments that are routinely taken for granted...
the smell of coffee slipping under the door
steam from a shower that is not your own
towel from a fresh load of laundry
... moments that are constantly slipping away.
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