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Floating, lost, in thought both new and old. A quiet evening of things not said. Is your head full too, both loud and silent too, as you drift among your thoughts? Maybe we float the same path, both near and far, near in thought, far in body. Thinking and floating, like a moment in the lake, ears just beneath the surface, gazing up at all there could be.
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