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Mar 2015
I give a gift to you,
my undivided attention.
As numbers are called, plates jiggle,
waitresses frantic about the lateness of our order...

just blurred peripherals, right now and for the infamentesinal moments that follow there is you, me, and nothing else

I can't take my eyes off of you for a second!
Be present in the moment
wave
Written by
wave  in the forest
(in the forest)   
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