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2 March 2011

standing still

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The whole world zipping past. Too fast, almost unappreciative.

News of happy occasions, joyous achievements shroud the air.

But none of them are mine.

Rooted to my spot, I savor the sweet feel of the cool breeze caressing my face.

I see you.

Move slow motion for me.

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