Mozasu Foraging

We live in different priorities, perspectives, and tasks, but our neighborhood is the same. I flow through my days, and they flow through theirs. We watch the neighborhood, with different vantage points, seeing the same place, differently

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One day I find myself watching them, and I notice they are watching me

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I must wonder: how long have they noticed me and how much do they know? What else do I not notice and how much do I not know?

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pyrography on maple wood

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