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[arch_of_aorta]

at this time and place, a center of peace
flows throughout the environment of expression...
and with each person coherent,
we travel...
the wind...
blowing oh so fluintly...
trying to grasp
exactly what is happening...
the chills begin...
as the feeling flows throughout
your entire being...
sweaty palms clentched
for fear of the unknown
lies
inches away...
if not ever closer...
only to leave you blind
folded...
naked in the darkness of self discovery.