Perception

Steven Baird

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I sat still for a while, studying all my fresh perceptions. The smells, the colors, the shadows, the sound of rain plunking on the tin roof, the suspiration of the corn stalks, the depth of my breathing, the pink of my skin, the extrusion of bone and veins. These things were real, and they were all new.

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