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The world is running faster than Usain Bolt. Perhaps some of us will end up reaching where we are heading - nowhere. Maybe some of us will get THERE. But are we forgetting each other along the way? Do you remember my face? Do you have time to know who I am? While we run ahead knocking down anything/anyone that comes our way, we miss the stories, the deeper connections. We miss seeing ourselves in each other. (Extended Album)
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