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the misty raindrops collect on the glass in front of me as they dance across the windshield I let my eyes blur the out of focus somehow brings things far more into clarity as the streams of drops connect in ways that I couldn't envision I noticed the patterns seem all-too-familiar Noticing... this thing that happens when mindless chatter stops when all the blurry lines connect, can I actually see?
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
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the misty raindrops collect on the glass in front of me as they dance across the windshield I let my eyes blur the out of focus somehow brings things far more into clarity as the streams of drops connect in ways that I couldn't envision I noticed the patterns seem all-too-familiar Noticing... this thing that happens when mindless chatter stops when all the blurry lines connect, can I actually see?
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
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