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May 2013
Today is a new day although the memory of yesterday remains in my bones.
I only see whats to come yet I'm constantly aware and present inside my head.

In school they taught it like a lineage. A linear point separated by time.
Past present and future.

So how is it that these three realities are here, are now, working together to form my perception?
Joshua Dougan
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Joshua Dougan  122/M/Nevada
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