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Strangers

When you meet someone new I love the blank canvass you are to them. 
The freshness of being a stranger to someone is invigorating.
You can paint yourself however you'd like to a stranger.
You can give them as much or as little of yourself as you want. 
You can lie, but that paint melts the canvas, destroying it. 
You can tell them just a small amount of your truth, and paint a miniature canvas of yourself.
You can tell them all your truth at every turn, and paint the truest picture of self you know how. 
It's all up to you on who you want to be to a stranger, and I find that deeply beautiful for some reason. 

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