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A six-foot
chain, a six-foot cell
allow two paces: step, step, and turn; step, step, and turn. When the body's bound, the mind leaps free to soar and twist and turn back on itself until its very freedom becomes a kind of prison. Each emotion's felt in fierce intensity, swelling, fading only to return again on a wild, unpiloted roller coaster ride that never ends, ignoring pain, sickness, even death, devouring all without a pause. Time's fragmented, each moment endless, unconnected to the swiftly passing years. by Terry Anderson
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