seeking sun and finding marshmellows.
grand it is that we shall spend your time in ours. how do you propose the direction?
post card fear. warped wood can still stand.
the hands that built the bridge. the hands that built the bridge. the hands that are the bridge. the hands are the bridge.
its the opaque surface i tell you. a memory fresh it is for only so long and then you see. opaque it is and descend it will. blurring. luring. blurring forever.
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