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meeting lucy cid (part 2)

my confusion overcame me but then left me as fast as my confidence of will .Hyde was leaving me but Jekyll wouldn't.

such a quick tripp in silent argument i ended up in a blue room with humorous graffiti, the graffiti spoke, it was my friend, it knew my

name . I had no ones attention but i had the art . the tiles appeared in the ceiling and they moves and danced with the fan so gracefully the fan moved in a waltz so beautiful so tender so slow so precise the tiles lost its place and eagerly enough proved itself again.the room was dark but i could see a variety of lights rushing in vertical and horizontal motions constantly changing leaving me in awe. They all moved and they where all so happy , i was happy. The simplest things amazed me the room spun so slowly so evenly and increased in speed as i breathed and i smiled slowly and time stoped .. i understood everything, everything understood me and i felt accepted .

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May 14, 2010
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