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                    moves so fast. driving back from errands in belfair and silverdale--the usual treadmill of
 groceries, propane, etc.; the rote mundanity of
 keeping our embodied flesh machines viable--
 we were treated to waterfront views of fogbound
 boats and birds perched on mooring balls. but by
 the time i pulled over and got across the road to
 snap this picture, the fog was breaking up and the
 birds had taken off. there's no pinning it down and
 the you you are now is not the you you are now.
 
 
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