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Everything turned purple as I eased into the moment. It was like time itself had withered away silently pulling everything with it. I imagined myself stripping my clothes ,hair and flesh away until I was a haphazard mess of bones. Little did I know it was my way of letting everything go. There was no friction but just gravity. I felt the strings of gravity pulling me further into the ground and sucking all the pile of tensions from the day. For a moment ,I felt like a puppet on strings,as light as the winds, playing the rules of the universe.

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