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2. Each second lasts a week, the toc tic trembles
   for a day through the earth. This earth falling
   between my fingers. The garden is my hourglass.
   Leaves stretch, a flower opens and folds.
   A breath. A season.

   Peaceful trees, branches meeting, so far away.
   Will I ever reach you? I can fly, arms reaching,
   sugar glider sails, flying upward, spiralling.
   Exhilaration, air and adrenalin, but time still
   pins me in place. Intractable dimension.

   http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2011/12/dream.html

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