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July 6, 2010
A silver bubble wobbles to the surface of my mind and pops, throwing cool drops of moisture on my face. For a moment I watched it work its way from the depths, and I could see myself reflected on its surface. I could also see a thousand other human beings there; men, women, and children. I could see that there was not too many things special about me, that much of what I knew, felt, experienced, or suffered were reflected in their lives too. It seemed that each one of us was a slightly un-focused reflection of all the others.