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Jan 2015
Look, but you can't see it
Listen, but you can't hear it
Reach out, but you can't touch it.
Invisible, inaudible, intangible.
Elusive.

The One.

I was going for another drive
An evening drive
Everyday consciousness
People coming and going
Walking dogs
Truly beautiful
First six lined are from a poem by Lao Tzu
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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