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Slowly

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

I wouldn’t even describe myself as what I look like is of little importance. I would describe the room around us so we can share a mutual experience and we can let the other senses take over.

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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