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Realization some thing just fell abruptly before me, diverting myself for a moment or two. it must have been leaning and inching, itching for the first opportunity to dive abundantly down to the cloudy carpet. it must have been massaged, tickled by the air relentlessly, chuckling anticipation. to think its only grasp against the smooth surfaced paint was friction, was resistance between its static identity and the barrier from its dreams. all that while it must have peered over at its goal, slipping nervously cautiously toward it, holding back with all the desperate strength it could muster. gravity triumphed. the thing fell with a scream of glee and wonder and joy and fear. I swear I heard it. Conceived March 2002
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