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The Talkshow
I stood there on the second hand of the clock I was watching; being sprung forward across an interval to a new place in my life. This is the essense of my time, I do not feel surrounded, I do not swim in it's wake, nor am I pushed by it's flow, rather I am the waterskier who skips across the sometimes bumpy waves.
Theme Park
Sarah sat there on the bench twisting her hair around her finger like the woman in the cotton candy stand. The sun was now starting to set and Sarah knew that soon the lights would come on. The singular natural light of the sun would be replaced by the multitude of colourful spheres that no one seemed to notice until they actually came on.
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