Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings
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Writer/contributor for @albumism. Currently working on my 1st fiction novel, How Did I Get Here. Former film & tv post production dude.
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