We treat nature as 'other'
As if the wild doesn't live in our heart
I do it too. I feel solitary. seperate, unique
(discrete)
Like the millions of individuals in a city
Solitarily wandering through this life,
these streets
the streets
A universe inside each?
The millions that make up a city
In their mind
Collective
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