Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Take my wife please

She stopped at an unimportant corner of an unimportant block in her unimportant neighborhood.
She focused in on an unimportant crack near the unimportant corner.
She looked closely at the crack; closer than normal.
She thought more in depth about the crack; more in depth than normal.
She thought of how much unimportant stuff had to happen to make this unimportant crack; it was all quite amazing.
She wasn't sure why she was compelled to think more of this crack than any other unimportant crack.
She just, maybe, wanted to make something unimportant, important.

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