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On The Now pt 1

And so we climbed. Climbing was not new to us, nor us new to the wall. A tower, quite literally made of ivory was the only escape. I glanced down. A few dozen feet separated myself and the ensuing Thought Police. Ivory everywhere, thought everything. A hand after the other is all it took. But speed warranting, I needed more distance. A sure end waited me, but wasn’t that what the whole deal was about? The chase? The exercise? The process? A growing venture of “for sure’s” and “undeniably’s”. I knew at the top only arrest waited. I knew the whole time. From the sun and from the moon, a couple of short hours behind it, I knew that this was the ultimate result. The test scores were in. I had to weigh my achievements now.

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