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splinken last night i was sitting outside the shitty bookstore, and this group of high-schoolish boys wandered out.

they did a little arc in front of the store, just ambling, not really going anywhere. they stopped in front of the window and looked in at the girl who was selling said bookstore's shitty coffee.

"we used to hang out before i got saved."

"oh yeah? she parties?"

"not so much anymore, i don't think. she quit drinking. but, you know, she isn't saved."

meaningful murmurs, grave and concerned.

one kid broke off from the group and sidled up to me.

"you waiting on someone?"

"yeah, a friend. he's inside." i take a drag off of my cigarette and try, for once, not to make my belligerant face.

"oh, okay. you doing allright?"

"yes."
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Ouroboros It's all there is.

Witnessing IS participation
Witnessing is meditation
Witnessing all that arises
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Ouroboros It's all there is.

Witnessing IS participation
Witnessing is meditation
Witnessing all that arises
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