Alone - and yet all else too is our existence. We are found in unexpected things that play within the senses. Here, in sight, and then again in sound, and touch, there is nothing save the essence of one life carried through. We are alone in the impossibility of two.
No one else exist - yet everyone is here.
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Only one runner - found in the infinite steps of others.
Peace,
Eric
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