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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

January dribbles - 4

Fear tastes like copper, or blood. It sounds like too many voices, like noise on the line. It tingles your nose; feels like cotton-wool over your eyes; looks like a TV screen when the signal’s gone bad, out of sync, out of time.

“Next please”—the dentist’s chair awaiting me.

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