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Had it not been for the drowning episode, I would have slept more than 3 hours. I looked upon the scene before me, upon the tormenting tears of seclusion, upon the sun’s absence in mid-afternoon, upon nothing else but everything, from me to you, air to dust, breath to breath. Before I could think, there I was, glimpsing at light coming to an end, it was not worth it anymore. Legs numb, hands freezing and… I could not inspire life as the past moment, would not see myself clear enough to understand. Rolled once, twice, thoughts mixed up, I was unaware, reluctant as seconds passed….
I jumped…and woke up…. and opened my eyes entirely different. Still those feathery tears had not gone away. Neither did I. Tuesday, 06 February 2007 20:05:06
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