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An empty room, no chairs, no light, no whatever. An empty room, except for 2 people. 2 people, complete strangers to each other. 2 people in an empty room, saying nothing, just listening to the alternating sounds of breathing, with an occassional cough and sigh. 2 people, saying nothing, only breathing. Breathing, which after a few minutes formed a perfect alternation. 2 people, walking around in a perfect circle, without them knowing. They picked up each other's "actions", without knowing the other or having seen the other. Just 2 people, complete strangers, walking in a circle towards each other. Soon, their worlds will collide and become 1.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Ways of a stranger
An empty room, no chairs, no light, no whatever. An empty room, except for 2 people. 2 people, complete strangers to each other. 2 people in an empty room, saying nothing, just listening to the alternating sounds of breathing, with an occassional cough and sigh. 2 people, saying nothing, only breathing. Breathing, which after a few minutes formed a perfect alternation. 2 people, walking around in a perfect circle, without them knowing. They picked up each other's "actions", without knowing the other or having seen the other. Just 2 people, complete strangers, walking in a circle towards each other. Soon, their worlds will collide and become 1.
MrDavy
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
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