Working on separating things previously saved. Found little note left to myself...
No Time or 15 Minutes
like seaweed left on the beach once free flowing ever changing as the tide comes in and goes out somehow my roots gave way and here i sit
I do not know what obscure moment of time this took place in or at...it was a thought some time ago I imagine, but i'm writing it down here now because i am throwing this slip of paper way.
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