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Feb 2013
It is ethereal
A start and an end
We can never be precise as to where exactly
Nor can we measure its mass or volume
We just move with it
Within it
and notice its passing.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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