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Tues. April 9th, 2013

Time quickly passing on the second day of the current week. Focus sustained, attention kept; honed. Normality, a day simply passing; uncomplicated. Stopping time, a world quietly still, nerves calm and collective. Players playing player pianos. Musicians writing as their words unwind. Swirling down, running in circles. Let us question every sense of direction. “They couldn’t help but flee.”

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