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Being

…as rippled staticon a wind wakened lake tending tiny life that trusts our largenessmistaking mirrors for peoplebig in the pants of timefinding the secret of graspingis holding hands with ourselvesas we search our patternsand cycles for samenesslooking for certaintyof just one thing