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HERE AND NOW
August 25, 2006 We’re trapped in this thing called life. We’re trapped in this place called aging. We’re given a huge wide world to roam but the space above and the benthos below may as well be metal bars as are accidents, sickness, disappointments, and wars. We’re caged inside this thing called flesh. We’re in armor from head to toe. We have this gift we never requested and some day it will have to go. We know not when or where or how because our minds are locked in the here and now.
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