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And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

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Saturday, March 20, 2010
listen to the rhythm of the falling rain / 6:09:00 PM

the sound of rain, quiet chattering, coffee machine churning, passerbys, music in the background.

with hot mocha. banana chocolate cake. the lovely bones.

a day off. swimming. just 1 hour and the swim suit tan is re-inked. plunging my head into the waters. the loud bubbling underwater, the breathing, silent yet loud in liquid space. listening, to the birds, the rustling leaves, the pool waters as it sweeps into the drain.

tuning out and paying attention to ambient sounds. sounds we dont usually pay attention to. sounds we can listen to without the need to think, or to interpret.

escape. but now back into the loud tv blasting at home, the worries of others inflicted onto self. i can only hope for the best for you and that you will find your niche, your way.

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