Oh stranger, I wonder what you think about when you see me. Do you ever wonder where I come from? Question who I am? Do you judge me because I don't look like you? I question you. Where do you come from? What's your story? Do you love, dream, hope? If so, what?
Stranger, as you sit there, I wonder if we've met before. Maybe you're something so significant. Maybe I judged you wrong. Maybe we're old friends; maybe we'll be new friends.
Stranger, I look into your eyes and see what kind of person you are. I see your aura and feel your spirit. The warmth of your smile or the coldness of your heart.
"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?"
- Walt Whitman
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