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Sweet Chin Music
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The outside world has disappeared, a vague memory.
The world has turned into a microcosmos, a bubble in
which only the two exist.
Minutes, hours,
days even months they melt. It is all measured now by the grant scheme of
things – a life time?
Fingers are rolling the tiniest amount of skin, nails
digging in, rolling again looking for a better position, shifting around
endlessly.
Breath in, one, two, three. Breath out, one, two, three,
four, five.
For more information about Ute's work, please visit
www.utekirkwood.com
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