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This is where it begins to arc up
ward, then at a certain point starts
its descent, although its trajectory
isn’t yet complete, but it could be in just
one or two seconds, see!
Life passes quickly. Fo
cus. Breathe quietly while
counting to a million. Feel it, the call
and response of history’s flow. You are
a small crouched animal, stomach
pressed against dead leaves, eyes
wide open. A ground twig snaps, you
leap up run for your life
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