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Stories About Strangers

When you wander into your favorite coffee shop or cafe, do you ever notice the people around you - what they are doing and how they appear?

People watching is underrated, I feel, simply because there are so many wonderful and interesting people out there with stories to tell and memories of experiences we may not ever know ourselves. We're very egocentric and live in our own bubbles; we forget that people around us are whom we read about in books or those who inspire us on Pinterest. Each person has a story.

I love people-watching downtown - with a huge mix of tourists, businessmen and women, hippies, and easy-goers, it's hard not to allow my imagination to run wild with various thoughts, ideas, or images. A woman carrying a laptop bag may be on the brink of publishing her first e-book, accomplishing a dream she has had since childhood to become a published author. A man running to the bus is trying to make the bus to meet his wife at the hospital because she is in labor.

You never know.

It's nice to imagine sometimes.

Off to dreamland,

Em

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