I can't precisely remember the last time but every now and then you have a short conversation with a stranger whom you know you'll never meet again. Each time this happens it makes me feel happy, it brightens my day a bit. However, it also makes me think about how rarely this happens in the real world even though we are virtually connected to almost everyone.

It reminds me of a short poem by Walt Whitman:

TO YOU.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to

me, why should you not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you?

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