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Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass-- a blend of stock cars racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car, I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why? What treasure do I expect in my future? Rather it is the confusion of childhood loping behind me, the chaos in the mind, the failure chipping away at each success. Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen; then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other ever closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill. Pursuit - Stephen Dobyns
#BUZOHI / @voker57 / 130 дней назад

ты понимаешь что у тебя эстроген зашкаливает?
#BUZOHI/0Y4 / @n / 130 дней назад
@n завидуешь?
#BUZOHI/TLF / @voker57 --> #BUZOHI/0Y4 / 130 дней назад
@voker57 спасти хочу
#BUZOHI/0DV / @n --> #BUZOHI/TLF / 130 дней назад
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