Down the lane of improbability walks the stranger and her friend; once there is an infinite set of circles in the distance, no one cares to define the space, or make it familiar; so it remains as a stranger, at once enticing and forbidding, like life outside the circles, and the concept of an end
inside them.

sf, ca March, 2020

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