Transparent Slowathon Thoughts

We walk diagonally together through one two, one and one two three until eleven

We celebrate seventy-six with bubbles

We remake them until they vanish, make new ones out of boredom and lack of breath

We lift our arms up to bear with the hour

Every step counts as we linger in them





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