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Sep 2014
My hand feels the glass and the glass feels me. We are cold and warm against one another. Does the glass really know I'm touching it. No,..no I don't think so. Only if I give it the power over me.
It's flat and cold I like that. I can drift away knowing I have the power. It's an object of  my thought process. Am I really going to give up more control? No I don't think so. Control is very important. Must keep myself in check. Checkmate! Now your turn. No I think I'm going to take my turn again. I need after all this rain.How are you going to play the game?
Biggest game move...well me of course. But hey, good luck to the floaters you'll need it.
Rose Claire
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Rose Claire  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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