Reflections: Times Square

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I walk through rushed streets with my hands in my pockets. My sweaty hand holds fast to my wallet. The lights are blinding, and the people with stressed looks on their faces melt into the night. Welcome to Times Square.

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Piece of My Mind

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Talking to people is easy. Carrying on a conversation on whatever is simple as can be. Loving one another is difficult. Engaging yourself in a person’s life, with the intent to understand someone beyond their deficiencies, is hard. I don’t have the key to loving someone unconditionally, but I have an idea on how to do it.

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