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I am underwater today. Sounds are muffled and light is muted, but there is one constant buzzing sound. A low thrumming. The sound of the planet´s heartbeat. You only hear it when you´re drowning. I am constantly slipping. Sliding sideways, running out of time, tripping over my words and forgetting my way out. But then there are times when I am focused, clear, and nothing before is real. This is real life. This time...

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n. //A writer in Southwestern Ontario, made mostly of water.

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