From this different perspective, the echo of my own voice, my own words, is loud and clear. Something in me watches, listens, records what is seen in the silence of this perspective. Too much talking about what I see, even to myself, dissipates the experience. In silence, I gather new information about this me that I have become as my life has progressed without benefit of consciousness and begin to know the conscious me that I can be - without the stories.
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