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If all we have is fleeting momentary glimpses of clarify, rather than yearning, beckoning, summoning, gesturing, become conscious of now. If time were a melody, a steadfast calamity, a sonata in G, the dance we’ve performed since the day we were born is formless and free. Before the brushstrokes descended, the artist amended, updated,
reamended, reupdated, refixated, readjusted, reconverted, readapted, recorrected, undeleted, uncompleted, unrestarted, configurated, reaborted, unrepeated, unremoulded.
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