we'll never know what we love
And if you were at an exhibition, for all.
And if there were families, hopeful, happy, desperate. Because those are the kinds of families that come to exhibitions. Happy, hopeful for happiness, anxious, desperate for happiness.
And you see children, one child stood next to you, and stared up at you as you licked off the white scoop of ice cream you held in your white palms.
And if there was a fire.
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