You might meet someone you're meant to as you trace the plot of each day.
You could stand outside a brick elementary school on a sunny day in Riviera Beach;
you don't know why, but the ones who work there smiled into your soul.
You could find yourself on a flying bus in a dusty, mountainous town,
surrounded by people mostly dressed in black, who you feel you understand, somehow.
Wonderful meetings have happened, before.
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