write to the stranger who smiled at you when you

were struggling to find change at the cashier’s last wednesday


write to the woman at church who stared at you

when you dyed your hair hot pink


write to the little boy who told his mother that

he wanted to be just like you


write to the bus-driver who

told you about his children’s education


write to yourself every night, because

you’re that good at extracting courage from words.



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