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2:00 PM and Iím sitting outside on a park bench, procrastinating.
Although I only stepped out of the office little less than ten minutes ago for a quick kick of coffee, my guilt is pulling me back in.
Yet, the breeze, the sun sinking between the trees, the replenishing laissez-faire, along with the invigorating and nourishing air are all equally urging me the other way, to stay and not to care, to dare linger just a little while longer.
Should I stay or should I go? Push paper in the name of global mercantilism and progress or procrastinate for the sake of healing an individual soul?
Such are the wan conundrums of the information age.
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