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Archive for September 2011

There are so many types of moving… walking, arm circles, jaw flapping, dancing, chasing your tail…

You come to a crossroads while traveling and some how no matter which road you choose it loops you back to the beginning of the same road you’re on now until you come back to the same crossroads and have to make the same decision all over again.  Eventually you begin to feel like it doesn’t matter what you choose.  And then you realize… it really doesn’t.  It’s all just movement.

Maybe behind door number 10…

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