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9.21.2011
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Wild thoughts surround our hero. He focuses of his job but longs for the timeless. He wavers with fear and desire on the boundary. Curled phylogons swirl imagined scenarios past his emotions. He tries not to get wrapped up in them. Integration is a time of transition and he wants to let go. He breathes and grounds himself. "I am here", he says but holds too tightly to 'I'. Another breath and his attention shifts to the warm summer sun on his skin. The static disappears on the autumn breeze that follows.
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