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Jun 2014
I have found infinity. It's in the place between finally leaving and too-soon arriving. The mind before the reject. The jump before the fall.
A place where you will know you will be for some time. Infinity, like sitting on the park bench, near sadness and contentment. Closer to tears. Further from calling it quits. Never finding out with knowing how it will play out. Between the spaces, the pauses, the initial. Never near the end. Twilight between dusk and dawn.
And always down here. Infinity, always down here
Who knows?
And so it goes
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And so it goes  Purgatory
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