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the idea arrives whole and you sit with it the way you sit with something breakable knowing the moment you reach for it it becomes yours to ruin so you wait the coffee goes cold the cursor blinks the window holds the same grey square of sky and the idea sits there brilliant and intact and you have never been more afraid of your own hands
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