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I trace a single fingertip, fluttering ever so slightly, along the edge of the machine, as if I am afraid to wake it. The metal is cold and still, and yet theres a raw, coiled, animal power that seems to purr within it. Deftly, mechanically, its engine inserts into my mind images of the person I will be if I learn to control it: a reborn self, masterful, benevolent, glimmering with health. Dizzied, I revel in it, even as I shake off a shadow of the knowledge that I do not possess this machine. This machine, this Vitamix, possesses me.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 13:20:56 +0000

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