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Friday, July 12, 2013
#PAUSE
A pause...is just as informative as the rush...closing my eyes...I see the wash of umber and reds behind my lids...the black speckled floaters that try to dominate the space...hearing my breath...breathing...I inject myself from the inside....my spirit moves me and pre-empts the pause...stops it in its tracks....I re-enter the race....play!
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