It



   You see it. You feel it coming. And it does. It comes to you and it moves you. And you hear yourself speak with a different voice. And it comforts. And it hurts. It touches you. It changes you. It moves you into a new place. A strange place. A quiet place loud with silence. And you wait to see how long you'll last in this space.

 

 

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