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I ran through the wood,
snapping moldy twigs
and low-living branches.
The wind weathered
at my shoulders,
carrying the cries
of the rustling leaves,
the mellow wailing
The musician who sits alone,
Counting, counting, every Beat,
1, 2, 3 - 4, 5, 6 -
A raise of an arm,
A light turns on,
1, 2, 3 - 4, 5, Breathe -
And Life begins -
No Wi-Fi Signal :(
Originally called the World Wide Web
Has now become something we can't bear to live without
The Internet, something almost everyone has used before
