Posted by Will
on 9/9/2009, 9:23 pm, in reply to "A Race Around The World"
The greatest form of control is when you think you're free. The lone sniper on the rooftop whispered this phrase repeatedly to himself as if trying to ward off a bad spirit. The wind rustled his hair, like a bear wrestling a professional in the 1970's, but that same wind provided a nice relaxing breeze to the target as she rode her bicycle just as, a single bead of sweat just began forming on her head, she wondered about her "real" impact on the world.
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