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| misstree |
there is no place on earth that i am more naked than blather. it takes blind courage, sometimes, to set down barest, truest thoughts, to give them the reality of words that stay after they have flitted through the mind. permanaence. this little white box is nearly safe. it is a moment, it can be flushed, disappeared. it can achieve a state of not being. but that little grey button. it is commital. being naked in your house is one thing. stepping outside, where all can see, is another. and to have that moment suspended, another glittering ornament or paper crane or piece of debris dangling on the branches of this ever more festooned tree, that any anytime forward might come by and see each wrinkle and dot on me, that they may have magnifying glass to study smoothness and flaws, that even future i's who are hundreds of leagues different may have to glance back and know that that was once i also... there nowhere in the world that i am more naked than here. |
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