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I want something artful to come from today. Letting juices trickle through the webs of my hands. Easing my breath into temporary transportation on a spiral one way ride. Stretching my outer thigh into each step cut short by the cement. My voice trucated by the sound of the cities eerily unchanging pulse.
We should think of how things were before all this transmutation and translation of our languages took place. I have more than I prayed for...Time for some humility.
8:06 AM
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