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the older i
get the more life seems to pass fast as a timelapse,
so to slow it down i go sit by the water, try to
empty my mind
like a receding tide, tune in to clouds forming and
retreating in
forest across the way, the channel's mirror
surface goes opaque
with ripples of passing rain. i shiver sheltered
under dripping
leaves and needles, a mix of trees, not
looking for an answer,
just hoping to blur the boundary between "out there"
and me.
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