Spontaneous Laughter
I was sitting late one night recently when spontaneous laughter came on me from a source that I can only say was not me. At least it was…

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I was sitting late one night recently when spontaneous laughter came on me from a source that I can only say was not me. At least it was not that which I typically refer to as me. It was still me but it felt more like I was in observation of it rather than expressing it. I was not the one doing the laughing, yet I was…
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