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Spontaneity

Image: afternoon sunlight and a lonely family of common flowers as seen on a solitary walk in my neighbourhood.

Spontaneity is a living essence but in naming, we destroy it.

I am trapped in and by the very labyrinth of words and language with which I seek through speaking (or writing) to free myself.

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