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« on: July 10, 2019, 01:43:49 PM »

My hair blows back , with a cooling gust of wind as the long, silver lining arrives, setting relief in my stature. I walk up the steep stairs and tap my card as I rush to sit to avoid building more strength in my one free arm again this morning.  The smell is only a slight tinge of sweat today as I am not completely surrounded by a sea of salt, only sitting by a lake. The rumble causes me to brace myself as i lean to the left and grasp my lifeline of the moment as i watch buildings turn into streaks of color. The soothing murmer of the streets lugging a big rig is broken by a half toothless women rambling about her constant misfortunes. Small round buds of plastic placed close to mine made of flesh floods in contentment as i look forward to the oncoming streets.
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