to a gregarious stranger
conversation with an unmet friend,
as lives cross on the bus;
worries are leaves in the wind.
as lives cross on the bus;
worries are leaves in the wind.
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She flipped my whole mood in ten minutes.
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"worries are leaves in the wind."
It can seem that way, can't it, in the midst of an unexpected encounter.
Nice little moment.
It happens to me all the time. Great image.