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  #300. Swirling in the sky - w4w  
  2007-08-31, 11:07:38 GMT  
  City: akroncanton
  Group: 24
  You: Standing in the street
  
  Me: Looking at the sky
  
  
  The excruciating pain wakes me up and kills any thought I once had of sleep. I lay there for a few minutes looking out the window.
  
  The smoke swirling in the sky.
  
  Peaceful.
  
  The rising ghosts. Buildings. Things. People.
  
  The dust swirling in the sky.
  
  Deadly.
  
  Ignoring the screams of muscles in agony, I struggle to my feet. To the hall. To the elevator. To the door. To look up at the sky.
  
  The shadows swirling in the sky.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #301. Frightening Feast - w4m  
  2007-08-31, 12:16:44 GMT  
  City: norfolk
  Group: 24
  You: Dining on dignity
  
  Me: Finding the familiar
  
  
  As I walk up the street, I see a cloud of black. Ravenous birds looking for a feast.
  
  A man lies there. Beaten. Bruised.
  
  Dead.
  
  The birds hover over his body. Picking at his flesh. Protecting him from the scavengers.
  
  The mad. Ready to strip him of his clothing. His belongings. His dignity.
  
  The Blackberry in his back pocket rings.
  
  Scaring away the birds. Inviting the greedy.
  
  A frightening feast.
  
  I look away. Towards the familiar. The man on the corner playing his drums, the dog behind the fence growling.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #302. Listening to the drums - w4m  
  2007-08-31, 13:41:06 GMT  
  City: boulder
  Group: 24
  You: Giving him what he wants
  
  Me: Watching from the distance
  
  
  I fight my way through the crowd gathered at the corner. The rhythm of the drum feeding their frenzy. Giving them answers. Taking them away.
  
  You stand there. Talking to the drummer. Angry.
  
  Angry at him.
  
  Angry at the choices you have. At the choices you don't.
  
  You give him offering after offering.
  
  Trying to please.
  
  Trying to get a new choice. A new answer.
  
  The rhythm of the drum grows angry. Frustrated.
  
  The crowd goes wild.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #303. Watching the dog - w4w  
  2007-08-31, 16:39:36 GMT  
  City: kolkata
  Group: 24
  You: Dancing wildly
  
  Me: Ignoring the music
  
  
  I push my way through the crazed crowd. Ignoring the madness. Ignoring the music.
  
  Across the street, I watch the dog. Growling. His teeth showing.
  
  Circling his yard. Defending his home. Defending his territory.
  
  Ready to strike. Ready to attack.
  
  A well-dressed man walks along the fence. His custom made Italian leather cap toes caked with mud. His goons nowhere to be found.
  
  Providence barks. The man keeps walking. A smug look on his face.
  
  He knows they'll meet again.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #304. A building destroyed - w4w  
  2007-08-31, 17:59:41 GMT  
  City: caribbean
  Group: 24
  You: Working through grief
  
  Me: Admiring the job
  
  
  I walk up the street. Weaving my way through the madness.
  
  Through the people. Through the debris.
  
  Through the shadows.
  
  I see you there on the corner. Looking at the building once destroyed.
  
  Rebuilt by hand. Rebuilt with scrap.
  
  Rebuilt through suffering.
  
  Your suffering.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #305. Alone in the plaza - w4m  
  2007-08-31, 23:25:24 GMT  
  City: boston
  Group: 24
  You: Looking for a place to hide
  
  Me: Watching you
  
  
  Across the street, I see you walking around the fountain. Alone. Scared.
  
  As I approach, I can see it in your eyes. Beneath the guilt.
  
  The exhaustion. The pain.
  
  I sit down and wait. Wondering if you'll come over. Wondering if you want a friend.
  
  You don't have to face this alone. You don't have to be alone.
  
  I watch you look for a place to hide. Trying not to hide. Knowing that you can't hide.
  
  Not from your past. Not from your future.
  
  You don't have to face this alone. You don't have to be alone.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #306. the magician in the street - w4m  
  2007-09-01, 02:43:32 GMT  
  City: tulsa
  Group: 24
  You: Ignoring him
  
  Me: Watching him
  
  
  I leave him there, wandering. Hoping that he finds peace. That it wasn't his fault. That this isn't his fault.
  
  A victim as much as the others. Left to live with what happened. Forced to accept his fate.
  
  A part of the system. We all are.
  
  I walk past the coffee shop and up the street.
  
  Wandering. Wondering.
  
  A street magician stands on the corner. Alone. Madness filling his eyes. Twisting his face.
  
  People walk pasr. Too frightened to stop and watch. To stop and listen.
  
  But he plays on. Trapped in his own mind.
  
  Oblivious to the world around him. Aware of the universe surrounding him.
  
  Providence runs by. Howling. Crying.
  
  The magician screams.
  
  I run.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #307. Shattered glass - w4m  
  2007-09-01, 06:43:10 GMT  
  City: dusseldorf
  Group: 24
  You: Opening the door
  
  Me: Banging on it
  
  
  I hear the dog barking. Outside a building. Barking at the door. I open it.
  
  Trapped in the lobby. I look through the list. Names I don't recognize. A name I do. Shit.
  
  I've seen this before. I turn to leave.
  
  Providence stands in my way. Teeth showing. Growling.
  
  I have no choice but to run to her. To take him to her.
  
  We bang on the door. Me shouting. Providence howling.
  
  A crowd grows. Attracted by the noise. Attracted by the suffering.
  
  The scream. Her scream.
  
  You break down the door. The smell of incense hits us as we walk in. Looking for her. Looking for a sign of her.
  
  Blood red splashes drip down the freshly painted walls. Cool night air rushes through the closed windows. Shattered glass glistens on the hard wood floors.
  
  My letter sits on her desk. A warning to live life. To end the suffering. The guilt. To find her peace. I hope it worked.
  
  I race down the stairs. Outside.
  
  A crowd stands under her window. Staring at the sky. Madness in their eyes. I push through them, hoping she's there. Knowing she's not. Somewhere. Alive.
  
  The shadows on the street grow longer. The shadows in the sky grow deeper.
  
  I fall to my knees and cry.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #308. Finding peace - w4m  
  2007-09-01, 07:47:48 GMT  
  City: lima
  Group: 24
  You: Protecting me
  
  Me: Protecting you
  
  
  Providence stands over me. Angry. Hurt.
  
  There was nothing that I could do. This wasn't my fault.
  
  This isn't my fault.
  
  Telling her wouldn't have saved her. Not from this. Not from it.
  
  I did what I could. I warned her. I helped her let go. I helped her find peace.
  
  I helped her die in peace.
  
  The dog snarls.
  
  She was my friend, too.
  
  I hear the familiar purr. I watch the cats come closer. Surround me.
  
  Protect me.
  
  Looking for protection. Looking to the window, broken, stories above.
  
  Looking for protection from the suffering.
  
  I wipe the tears from my face. I can't do this.
  
  Not alone.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #309. Listening to stories - w4m  
  2007-09-01, 10:57:34 GMT  
  City: harrisonburg
  Group: 24
  You: Looking for understanding
  
  Me: Looking for strength
  
  
  I walk through the city. Through the darkness. The madness. The pain.
  
  Cats jump from the shadows as I pass by. Keeping me company. Following behind.
  
  A march to the wall.
  
  A dozen cats. Two? Gathered there. Waiting. Hoping.
  
  So many eyes. All looking at me. To me.
  
  For hours, I listen to them. To their stories. To how they found me. Why they found me.
  
  You come close. Your head down. Unable to look at me.
  
  Falling to your knees. Your hands raised.
  
  You ask for my protection. My guidance. My direction.
  
  Someday, I might be able to answer that. Someday, I might understand.
  
  For now, though, I need to find the strength that our suffering grants us. Grants all of us.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #310. Looking for hope - w4m  
  2007-09-01, 12:17:47 GMT  
  City: lima
  Group: 24
  You: Watching from afar
  
  Me: Holding her close
  
  
  The woeful cry of an owl echoes in the distance. Cutting through the darkness. Through the mist spilling over the cemetery gates.
  
  As I approach, an overwhelming sadness seeps into my bones. I race through the winding path. Trying to get to her. Vines tumble over the stones and across the path. Grabbing my feet. Tripping me.
  
  I see her arm rise up through the mist. A white bat flying just out of reach. A shadow in the moon.
  
  As I get closer, I see a figure kneeling on the ground before her. Drenched in blood. Struggling to breathe.
  
  The old woman. Her face twisted in pain. Her eyes filled with tears.
  
  I drop down to the ground. To hold her. To comfort her.
  
  Her body, weak, falls into mine.
  
  I hear the echo of my own cry.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #311. The city shines - w4m  
  2007-09-01, 13:25:06 GMT  
  City: prague
  Group: 24
  You: Dreaming of hope
  
  Me: Finding my strength
  
  
  She looks at me and struggles. Searching for my hand. Trying to give me something. I tell her to be still. To relax. Everything is going to be fine.
  
  With her last breath, she whispers that it's time. We sit there, quiet, surrounded by mist. Surrounded by darkness.
  
  Her hand falls to the ground and opens. Inside, a small figurine. The gift she was trying to give me.
  
  A lion.
  
  I look to hope. To the angel. Her hand reaching for the moon.
  
  My hand reaching to my pocket. To her finger. Grabbing it.
  
  The mist parts. In the distance, the city shines. Vibrant.
  
  The ground shakes. The finger falls from my hands.
  
  A monstrous roar rises from from the mountains. Echoing in my bones. An agonizing pain.
  
  I look to the sky. The angel holding the moon.
  
  There's always hope.
  
  I'll bseeingu
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  #312. Good Morning - w4w  
  2007-09-01, 14:27:35 GMT  
  City: stockholm
  Group: 24
  You: Dreaming
  
  Me: Awake
  
  
  The excruciating pain wakes me up and kills any thought I once had of sleep. I turn on the coffee maker and put the lion in the window. A gift from her. A gift of strength.
  
  I head to the computer to get down as much as I can remember before turning it off one last time. The headaches. The nose bleeds. They're just too much now. Too strong now. If only there was a place free of such pain. Free of such technology. A place outside of the dreams where I will, as always, bseeingu.
  
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