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Jun 5
Can you hear me?
(While the birds were chirping)
Her voice was outside and inside at time same time but not in the same place.

Truly I heard her voice about 12 feet out and to the right of me.

But in my mind, in a place where there was or is nothing. I thought about those birds chirping. I did not see them in my awareness but I felt those sounds tingle in my inner ear. That vibration and that bump. That feeling accompanying a rush in my chest. The voices of a subtle crowd of sounds in vertigo.

And her voice, what was her sound? Can you hear me?
All I heard was her elegent beauty.
In, I responded with: yeahh... once before. But this time around I said nothing. And the breath I"m holding back as I wished to react with, hurts like a broken telephone.
Quelling desires for new ones
Paul NP
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Paul NP  Toronto
   BR Dragos
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