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Hanging in the neuron fizz, a glimmer of a glimmer of a thought. Ephemeral, it sidles behind distractions - weaves a fog behind it to obscure. Dashes between traffic, up steps and down alleys. Doubles back, and side-slips. It's gone.
Added @ 11:26 PM to Diary category on December 13, 2001