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The light turned red, so I stepped out of the passenger seat of the car. I stepped into a puddle below the curb. My shoe and sock were partially soaked. I was…

What does it mean to be ? To be alive? To be present? To feel? To experience? Maybe within the essence of the word, just being. How does one just be ? I have…

There must be millions of telephone poles in the US. Each one is constructed of a tree as well as other miscellaneous materials. Just one tree. Sounds so simple…
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