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praise be upon the great pattern finder behind closed eyelids our hands touching glass attention, attention, hear me and map me the sound of my footsteps a point, a cloud praise be upon you redeem us remember us the light touches the countertop will it remain, somewhere in memory? can anyone? are you our hubris our fear of death?
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