Later the 17th, crossing westward: “Snapshots’ Actions”

We pass countless places,
Our cameras’ slides snap;
The people of the towns
Snap some shots back.
What beautiful acceptance
Of that which feels different!
Not a front to be kept up,
Facades of misunderstanding;
Just an open lense
-honest ignorance -
Ever a click away from embrace.

When we focus on each other
- Even if saying nothing-
Each blink inquires deeper,
Keeps revealing life’s indescribable curiosity:

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