twenties

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The world is at our fingertips, and stretches ahead

vast, and spread out before us - ours!

the dawnings and sunsets each unique and familiar,

but wild and surprising, simultaneously 

and we can at least claim that

if we're afraid to grab the rest - 

and a little bit afraid 

of being afraid.

But what are hands if not to touch - to hold?

why exist our feet except for walking?

where to go first? walk, and see...

it's nice to look, but more fun to touch.

Go ahead - get your hands dirty

you'll get There eventually, and in the meantime

isn't it awful nice to be Here?

xx,

Olivia (s) 

p.s. I'm happy to be right here... and I'm happy that you're here, too.