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I used to think it exquisite. Some beautiful power weaving expert, impeccable knots. But precision does    not    come so                     easily undone. No.  Only a mirage of strength.   Tenuous,      fragile, w a v e r i n g at the slightest threat of indifference. Find an anchor, then. Wind it tightly aroundandaround, overandunder itself. Let us grab hold til our fingers go numb. It cannot go slack.                             Don't slip.                             Please                  don't let go before I find my way back to you.
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Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC
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I used to think it exquisite. Some beautiful power weaving expert, impeccable knots. But precision does    not    come so                     easily undone. No.  Only a mirage of strength.   Tenuous,      fragile, w a v e r i n g at the slightest threat of indifference. Find an anchor, then. Wind it tightly aroundandaround, overandunder itself. Let us grab hold til our fingers go numb. It cannot go slack.                             Don't slip.                             Please                  don't let go before I find my way back to you.
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Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC
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