by Pablo Neruda (fragment) This moment as smooth as a board, and fresh, this hour, this day as clean as an untouched glass -not a single spiderweb from the past: we touch the moment with our fingers, we cut it to size, we direct its blooming. It's living, it's alive: it brings nothing from yesterday that can't be redeemed, nothing from the past.
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Thanks for the prompt.
Kindly check how this prompt has inspired me; You Jumped, I Jumped:
http://purple-neni.blogspot.com/2012/05/you-jumped-i-jumped.html
This entry reminded me of this.
Now more than two years seizure-free! The plunge has been wonderful.
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