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Realizing I’m an object somewhere in space and time.
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The sword is mine.
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I bet if I think about it real hard I can remember my first bass guitar.
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An anechoic chamber you can take with you wherever you go.
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A little disorder can be elegantly disruptive, and connecting.
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I dug in deep for a while and then found a clearing.
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Our dreams clearly tell us something about ourselves and our lives.
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What do your open browser tabs say about you?
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Same neck, bigger sound.
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On being there for the last breath.
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The sword is mine.