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reach here at musings.home.ml.org, thanks to ted minute hand sprints by the twelve, leaving the marathon of hours to follow slowly behind, i wonder what life is like, like that, on the outside, instead of on the inside? what's it like, to be a part of it all, not quite just an observer, a doer, in action, will whole heart and soul, the world still spins, not any slower, not any faster, but spins, what would the world be like if paris is gone? new york in ruins, southeast asia drowned? bah, bah, lies they spin, tales they weave, the storytellers of this age
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