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Innigkeit (nach außen)

Looking out on Union Bay amid the last dying light of the December sun, a creeping coldness limns my toes. This, I am reminded, is what it is to be alive. Not the beauty of the world, or some satisfaction on a day well spent, but just the fragile thisness of it all. This place, this light, these toes. This stillness that resonates within me.

THE AMOEBA WEEPS