sticky bun fingers
If we felt conversing as a sticky substance on our fingers and legs, we’d know we cannot free any one of us. Setting and sticky describe each other. As do the people.
Are we in fact freed to be our fullest selves when we find we are in this cinnamon sticky bun? All we survey are a part of us and we of they? Is it even possible for us to know ourselves apart from even one other?
:- Doug.
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