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When I was in my twenties I could easily loose a nights sleep over a little drop in a routine. I thought I had lost this obsessiveness, but recently discovered, it is still there, the sensation and aluminum bitter taste of a drop, following one like a shadowy demon.

For those of us that practice regularly, Juggling is addiction. Mostly it has the magical property of alleviating the darker sides of the soul. It is an absurd ritual, and yet as someone who has tasted more dangerous addictions, it is a healthy addiction, it keeps us off the streets.

If one is lucky the dropping poison only lasts a few days, and one returns to the happy insouciance of a juggler’s life.

Photo by Aline Angeli

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