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About two weeks ago I was driving past a field of yellow and purple wild flowers. The sun was coming through the field at a low angle making the flowers really bright punctuated by deep green shadows. As I drove by, there was a little girl with fake butterfly wings running through the field, arms up in the air, long hair streaming. Her back was to me the whole time and I never saw her face. While it only took a few seconds to pass, this moment seemed to stretch out and move in slow motion. I can remember the bounce of her hair and wings as she ran becoming ultra crystallized and detailed. I could see how the currents of the wind were going to

I am completely bored today. I'm still pretty much of a non entity here at my new digs so I really don't have any responsibility yet...well, I have some, but not enough to keep me busy beside typing the occasional email asking someone to ask someone who I need to ask about where I need to go to find the right person to ask a question about some Orwellian business arcana. It's fun to watch the waves this creates through the company. People CC everyone who might have the slightest bit of relevance to my initial question and five days later, people are still sending out responses with big bloated strings of information that have all but lost the

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