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bubble bubble toil and trubble, trouble, gobble gobble bobble bobolee. spheres of influence, of confusion, and understanding. limits and envelopes, signed sealed and delivered. bubbles. inference. childhood memories of soap and shampoo, little pink plastic bottles filled with foul tasting sudsy goodness. playing catch with the ethereal, limited existences, shortened lifetimes, pop pop POP pop, and maybe, like lightning in a jar, a bubble will sit, in your palm. maybe lightning strikes twice and more bubbles join the captured until a tiny little city forms, and then suddenly it's gone, and dogs go chasing after the bubbles still floating away, confused when the bubbles pop on wet noses.
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