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Written 6 June 2013

Life is nice, but

I don't have much time.

For my lunch-break, that is: thirty minutes long, seven of them left.

Are those Swifts hollering overhead?

I feel Summer pressing up against me,

how my body warms to it.

With each minute that ticks down, the world seems to further open up,

deepening and becoming more vivid,

every sense I have impressed with more reasons for my involvement. I step forward.