Walking the streets to complete menial tasks,

I see a boy with a fox hat

Posing for pictures being taken by his adoring dad


Something in me changed.


In that moment,

I somehow wished I was part of that picture;

That the boy/fox and adoring dad were part of my life,

That I wasn’t just another lonely passerby.

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