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is it possible that i am doing this now
seems like just last lifetime i was eating cold french bread and just as cold lunch buckets in a parking lot
i think i still have the footprints on my chest that still feels cold to the touch
i remember my stomach expressing himself by saying an elongated 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'
i thought about the copper
i thought about the other change
i thought about cookbooks and eating certain food a certain way to display my disbelief
now look at me....opening a suitcase
i am actually packing clothes in it
i am going to the car and putting said suitcase in the trunk of this here car
then i am going back inside....not to pack up my belongings....but to put another bag in the trunk 
i am thinking about exits, snacks, coolers, and rest areas
once upon a time it was plasma, water, iron, and protein
i am another little person who has come a long way i guess
then again, little noah is healing from a hernia removal from his groin
hell, after his mother told about his ordeal, again i am humbled
i am moved to praise Him for myself and pray for little noah's full recovery
once again, my mind grows through another one of God's Left Field Lessons....

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