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Hearing his heartbeat,he crosses the worn wooden threshold of his apartment door and turns right down the sidewalk into the the little spits of mist floating in the sunlight. The speckled painting of fallen leaves coats every surface with fresh wet decay. He walks with intention,nowhere. We watch as he shrinks,sinking [...]  A musician sits practicing alone in his room,as he has done most of his life. He is a beloved performer,respected and revered by many. He is concentrated and fearless in his focus. Time passes effortlessly here. Time stops. The light in his room dims. He looks up from the piece he is [...] There is only one day,over and over. [...] What would Mahler say to Bob the Demon? [...] A story written at age ten. When I had my first swimming lesson I was very scared of the water. Oh boy,I was shivering a lot. My mother tricked me by taking me to a fairly deep stream. We took a drink and suddenly she jumped in and swam to the other side. Surely [...] |  | |||||
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