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May 1, 2020
Itís a day and this is another start to another day. It doesnít really mean anything. It is preparation. It is preface. It is the clearing of the pipes, the dust and soot belched into the air. It swirls there, suspended, and then slowly drifts to the ground. Fingers pause over the keyboard. There is a subtle volume of increased air pressure between the fingers and the keys. It is enough to hold the fingers in place for a while. They will drop on their own, eventually, as all things do. Even this, the gravity drop, in time will disappear.