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In the midst. In the midst? Yes. What’s there in the midst?</p><p id="f8d7">It’s freedom. In the midst. Freedom. A longing. Freedom. Recurring.</p><p id="beed">Came across this amazing piece by <a href="undefined">Jessica Zhu</a></p><div id="aaf6" class="link-block"> <a href="https://arcturus.chireviewofbooks.com/talking-to-you-a8508960d804"> <div> <div> <h2>Talking to You</h2> <div><h3>Fiction by Jessica Zhu</h3></div> <div><p>arcturus.chireviewofbooks.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*Nu_3y_nErdqFAyg8w_wweQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

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It’s one. One? Yes. One. One what? One word.

Word? Yes. Word. One word. One word? Yes. The one word. Your word.

My word. Yes. And? My word.. Yes. What is it?

Freedom. I suppose. It was. At least. Supposed to be. Supposed to be? Yes. Supposed to be.

Freedom then? Yes. Freedom then. I guess. You guess? Yes. No. I don’t know. You don’t? No. No? Yes. Okay. So what then? Freedom. For sure.

Open it up. Open? Yes. Open. I’ll open.

And? In the midst. In the midst? Yes. What’s there in the midst?

It’s freedom. In the midst. Freedom. A longing. Freedom. Recurring.

Came across this amazing piece by Jessica Zhu

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