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   We are something. Of course, just what we are is anyone’s guess. But we are. We really are. All of us. Same same, but different. Each one like the other, all unique, a plurality of singulars. Everyone moving along the same desire lines with different dreams and intentions. All good, all bad, all everything in-between. Every mind an unsolvable puzzle, every life another dimension, every character a thousand plots. Happiness hoarders, decision dwellers, time traders, life laborers, love lovers. We’re puppets with severed strings, dancing to our own rhythm while chanting the same anthem. We all want the same difference, we all hold on to each other while somersaulting heart over heels. Living in the waiting line in timeless motion and fashion, we’re ever never changing. This collection is a blender, so watch out that you don’t end up in it one day.

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