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Between

Between

There is, sometimes, a space between thoughts.

Like the moment when Wile-E Coyote steps off a cliff and hangs in the air before realizing he is about to fall. 

Like a soap bubble momentarily unaffected by the wind.

Like the nanosecond of silence while a guitarist moves her fingers from one note to another in a quiet song.

One wishes to allow this space to rest on an open palm.

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Robbed

Robbed