you and i, we have our patinas, our sheen-
some waxy and lustrous, others dull and rough, but mostly a kind of glaze, i'd like to think.
to distill this, to conjure strains- known and unknown, to walk away with impressions- all in less than 10 minutes.
that's the fun, and beauty.
hit and run, touch and go.
sometimes, that's the purest you can get and can ever come close too.
maybe transience is our permanent place.
maybe transience is our permanent place.
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