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I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first. True presence, true gift. I see my self like I am in another dimension. And even when I think about the things that I think, I think them over again. I am very diffrent from low. And I like it.
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
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I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first. True presence, true gift. I see my self like I am in another dimension. And even when I think about the things that I think, I think them over again. I am very diffrent from low. And I like it.
sarathustra
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
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