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always exciting when angles change reminds me of how a couple degrees is all it takes to tip my brain into a shriek what i mean is how precious an elevation can be to a viewpoint a sea of heads and bodies and clutched coffee cups becomes a weaving a dot matrix scene all the people stopping and starting arriving and leaving go the other way, sit on the ground lie with eyes sideways and commune with the goddess of pounding feet, footsteps and dropped crumbs, litter and mice hiding behind signs whatever view i choose when the time comes to board i stand, and walk returning to the level i was born
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
angles on high
always exciting when angles change reminds me of how a couple degrees is all it takes to tip my brain into a shriek what i mean is how precious an elevation can be to a viewpoint a sea of heads and bodies and clutched coffee cups becomes a weaving a dot matrix scene all the people stopping and starting arriving and leaving go the other way, sit on the ground lie with eyes sideways and commune with the goddess of pounding feet, footsteps and dropped crumbs, litter and mice hiding behind signs whatever view i choose when the time comes to board i stand, and walk returning to the level i was born
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
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