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One solid minute of thoughts. Sixty seconds of velocity. Two half-minute turns of speed. Sixty seconds of beats and sound, sixty seconds of information, thinking about the ocean, blue whales in motion, their constant dream state from lack of sleep, or no need to sleep, talking through sonar. Sonorous and beautiful conversation going back billions of years. One solid minute submerged against midnight pearl skin, hearing the sounds travel depths, thinking about the entire connection of carbon, thinking that I thought of underwater after I wrote the word information. Sixty seconds of thought, real time, right now, one minute ending. Chunks of white space break the surface and lean into shore.