September 18, 2010
from the comments
A safe place. And lacking it, the slip and glide appears. Smiling at others while ice skating, while not thinking about ice skating. The other range of thought accumulates as memories of skating with friends pile up. And then the friends are no different from the movies one watches. And the safe place to start is then always one made rather than found, when finding is the view across the border, at the gate that blocks the road.
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