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Feb 2010
inanimate objects that have a life breathing inside of them. always on, always blinking, changing, humming, glowing, but never moving. no real breath, but there is life. the wires inside are warm and working, sending transmissions, signals, data, never even knowing that they exist. they are quiet wires, on which i depend so much.
Samantha Cooper
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Samantha Cooper  37/Ontario, Canada
(37/Ontario, Canada)   
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