What have you been a part of? Was it large? Small? Was it something between you and your closest friends? Was it something between you and your closest self? And isn't that the question.
When I saw the crowns of color only then did it sink in. Oh, I thought, it isn't about me. Oh, I thought, I am a part of something. Oh, I thought, there are other people in this world, with lives as thorough and complicated and painful as mine.
What have I been a part of? I'm not sure. At least in the grand scheme of things. But for one night I held the hands of my fellow man and felt something wonderful. I guess it's all downhill from here.
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