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Y Saturday, September 18, 2004Y
12:02 pm
It is that brief, breathless moment between intention and action to which I am slave.
Which is why it sometimes takes longer than a moment.
Which is why it sometimes feels like the in-between period is actually the action.
Which is why the in-between period of waiting sometimes BECOMES the action.
The action of inaction.
What if I were to spend the rest of my life in the lull of that brief, breathless moment?