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May 16, 2010 09:48

Sitting in the vast expanse of space that is myself, the world. Every wind permitted to pass over and around and between each little hair on my body, but not through. . Cannot pass through. I am full . Full of every sound. Birds, motors, and the clambering of the leaves all balled up to form one great embolus. Skin stretching...stretching ( Read more... )

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crayola_eyes May 16 2010, 22:00:07 UTC
This. is. gorgeous.

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