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Zooming In

I don't remember a lot about the first hour. We'd been side-by-side on a stretch of old rail bed, one of the few corridors like it that hasn't been paved,

In the Present

The mind searches, sealed corridors of the future, old traps from the past. I thread a ridgeline of the mind, the finished to one side and the yet-to-happen

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