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paths, directions, movement through space and time, sidetracked, sidewalks and hedges, blindsided and hitched, trailers of trailers, 3 deep on highways filled with cars going to lakes and parks, picnic baskets and frisbees, badminton nets and rackets and those funny looking things you hit, but lines are blurred, images not so clear anymore, but you've got to wonder if it was ever really clear to begin with, were the lines that well defined? you know how a reed will bend in a wind, will bend under force, there is a limit, where the bending becomes breaking, and when broken, a reed is never strong again.
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