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| They race along their paths, back and forth, hastily, determinedly�though it is not clear who they are racing against or what they are running for. There are however, moments where they are caught together in the same momentum�frozen moments where they have to cross paths�but these moments are fleeting, and they barely affect these creatures, who are lost in their single mindedness, in their goal directed-ness. |
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| The clocks are ticking. Time seems always to be running out |
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