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I took a stroll and my shadow was my walking buddy

My silhouette had a personality I hadn't noticed before;

Committed yet cold

Is this who I am?

My shadow disappeared sometimes then reappeared looking taller than me

What if this was the reality?

And we all only saw shadows?

Would we speak and act the same way?

Would shadows ever look warm?

Is it our bodies that create warmth?

Can shadows tell us more?

Is our innate perception of what isn’t real, real?

What is then, an innate perception?


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