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I want to be the wind. It wasn’t always so. I used to want to be a man. For a while, I carried myself like a man, too. But not now. Now I want to be the wind. I suppose it hit me when my skin crumpled like a prune and the mirror looked dirty except it wasn’t. It was just me. Time is like drinking out of a glass with no bottom. It just goes. Time is returning to your hometown to discover the tree that supported your back on lonely nights and summers has become nothing more but a dull stump. Sliced away like the time you’ll never get back. Time is sitting on that stump and wondering where the…

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