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| They race along their paths, back and forth, hastily, determinedly—though it is not clear who they are racing against or what they are running for. There are however, moments where they are caught together in the same momentum—frozen moments where they have to cross paths—but these moments are fleeting, and they barely affect these creatures, who are lost in their single mindedness, in their goal directed-ness. |
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| The clocks are ticking. Time seems always to be running out |
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