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| You must stay drunk on writing, so reality cannot destroy you. – Ray Bradbury |
She existed only in the momentary stillness between inhale and exhale. The microcosm of silence – casually willed into being by the rhythmic ebb and flow of her consciousness, enfolded her in a peaceful embrace. As she withdrew further from the complexities of ego, closer to the simplicity of mindlessness, she was filled with a powerful sensation of pleasure. Drifting slowly down, deeper into the center of bliss, she was unable to recognize the inevitable danger. Bliss is the welcome mat of oblivion.
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