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Feb 2011
There is a cyclic nature to my life.
A wave pattern.
At the bottom of the wave is a psychic prison.
In the prison, I experience a trial.
A metal moment.
This last one was a day and a half long.
I woke up free this morning.
Kongsaeng Chris Everson
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