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As I get older, I get colder. I notice this in many ways, and maybe it is just the constant buzz of the city wearing me numb. Or maybe it’s that I’ve withdrawn from the buzz, in a way. I’d wanted its droning energy to spark something, set something spinning in me to hold me abalance, in the way that a bicycle can only stay upright when it is in motion. But that didn’t work. I teetered from her to her. Always some scrape in between. And I’m a bit tired of falling, reeling. Looking for that electric impulse.

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