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Sometimes you can see in the faded tapestry shapes and scenes that move from foreground to background and background to foreground. Other times you only see the tattered granularity of the weave and nothing else. Is it the ocean that sounds like traffic or the traffic that sounds like the ocean? As you ponder this question, what you are holding slips from your fingers and your mood stabilizing regimen scatters across the dusty floor.
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Sometimes You Can See
Sometimes you can see in the faded tapestry shapes and scenes that move from foreground to background and background to foreground. Other times you only see the tattered granularity of the weave and nothing else. Is it the ocean that sounds like traffic or the traffic that sounds like the ocean? As you ponder this question, what you are holding slips from your fingers and your mood stabilizing regimen scatters across the dusty floor.
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
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