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Your best odds rest on rest. Speed kills, horizontal in its nature, it fights growing upward. Clouds travel continents, living conversations between breath and potential, lazing in sunshine, dancing into new shapes on impulses they don't try to control. Not molded, but explosive, they disappear, when it's convenient for them.
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
**** oxygen and let go
Your best odds rest on rest. Speed kills, horizontal in its nature, it fights growing upward. Clouds travel continents, living conversations between breath and potential, lazing in sunshine, dancing into new shapes on impulses they don't try to control. Not molded, but explosive, they disappear, when it's convenient for them.
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
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