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Break­ing the dam

There isn’t really an effect­ive way to describe it: I woke up Monday morn­ing feel­ing pos­it­ive, went through my nor­mal Monday morn­ing ablu­tions and habits in a per­fectly nor­mal Monday morn­ing kind of way, sat down at the com­puter, turned it on, opened the cor­rect file, and seized like an oil­less motor.

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Whatever’s about to hap­pen, I was there

And then, in my mind, a guy walked past selling t-shirts. On the t-shirts was prin­ted ‘WHATEVER’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN, I WAS THERE’. From him came a flood of other ideas, from the out­break of civil war in a march­ing band to the exquis­ite, lib­er­at­ing sen­sa­tion of push­ing a stilt-walking jug­gler off a pier.

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