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A record spins, fast and smooth. The music flows beautifully from the horn- until there is a bump in the room. The record is stuck, with no escape to the next verse. It repeats endlessly, until the listener lifts the needle, so the record can spin free again. Life is a record, spinning wildly-- beautiful and fast at a constant speed, until a problem halts the beauty. It is stuck in a circle, until the needle is lifted and put back on track. -e.k. fm
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
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A record spins, fast and smooth. The music flows beautifully from the horn- until there is a bump in the room. The record is stuck, with no escape to the next verse. It repeats endlessly, until the listener lifts the needle, so the record can spin free again. Life is a record, spinning wildly-- beautiful and fast at a constant speed, until a problem halts the beauty. It is stuck in a circle, until the needle is lifted and put back on track. -e.k. fm
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
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