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Dec 2012
Now.
My life.
My head. My thoughts.
My eyes. White, black, colors.
My arms. My gestures.
All of me.
What am I?
I am old? I am young? This isn't something to think about.
You are me. A little part. That part that reads what I write now.
That part that understands me. We feel together connected in some way.
You there, me here.
I am you. How is this possible?
Maybe if we meet we could be less connected than now.
But now we are. Now is the moment. Feel it, enjoy it, make it an eternity.

I feel almost love, at least I think I do. I don't know what is it.
Maybe you know. Then, tell me.
Lucia Artly
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