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Mar 2014
Hand.
Down.
In.
Scoop.
Up.

the sand flows between my fingers. Giving me meaning. Making me feel like I am a master. For even as I cannot control the flow of the sand I cannot control the flow of time.

Hand.
Down.
In.
Scoop.
Up.

yet to have something I cannot control in the palm of my hand gives me mastery over it. It is mine. I can not stop the force only block it.

Hand.
Down.
In.
Scoop.
Up.

sand flows between my fingers. Corse yet smooth. Flowing yet sticking. Solid yet like liquid

Hand.
Down.
In.
Scoop.
Up.

I can stop it. No. Its all been a lie

Open.



Hand.
Down.
Stop.


In.


Out.


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Ariel Taverner
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Ariel Taverner  South Africa pretoria
(South Africa pretoria)   
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