how to capture the quality of experiences; the automatic flick of fingers over the keyboard as I log on. the rush of turning the corner of Pt Ormond and seeing the city laid out across the bay before me. the silkiness of wriggling my toes in my dog's coat. the smooth power of changing gears and taking off in a fast car. these are all things I do every day. but I can't capture them.
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