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"Now I’m just standing here looking at my shoes, all by myself. It’s interesting because sometimes you feel like you reach out into the space around you and... your mind is so use to anticipating space, and emptiness, especially now. Sometimes I think I’m reaching out toward something and, very quickly I realize I’m not. Things are just moving away from me, but I’m still expanding out into space— my hands are still reaching. Maybe that’s the beauty. Receiving space."
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