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I go out to smoke a cigarette, standing with bare arms in the snow. I cup my hand around the lighter’s weak flame. A snowflake falls on my index finger as I’m looking at the fire so close to my skin, and for a moment my senses tangle and I’m convinced the snowflake has burnt me… That is an instance of the immaculate, liberated present, during which there is no possible future or past. I would sustain it. I would sustain us.

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