Therefore, you know, I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that I believe in fate, and the more one deals with finding themselves in this strange fabric that is life, the more they experience it… Sometimes they dream it, sometimes they piece together the thousand fragments, other times they unravel a thread in the tangle all the way to the source… But everything leads somewhere, just as it all begins somewhere, and I think we are just as much billions of tiny pieces as the world around us, and perhaps just as we can unravel the threads of the world around us to the source – and then of course the source itself continues all the way to the source of

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Time spreads your shore with white sand, do you see? Waves of hope after each storm, the inner sea does not forget, only tames memory into experience and longing. How far will you go, my friend? – I would ask, but instead there are dead ends, ascents, and more crossroads ahead. Falling transforms completely. Like a convex water drop on a leaf, it magnifies infinite detail from a small world, so I contemplate within myself, beside the absence. I would still play, still believe there is a reason, I deny it now, but I still want to lift it up to the sky, but perhaps my arm could not bear it. My arm ruptured where I would have rested, and

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once time just runs out, the silence becomes too much, and the question is always the same, to the answer to which is certain, unchanging, and most of all unfulfilling. And dreams to you don’t remember in the afternoon, you just sort of feel them, and when you’re feeling your dream and trying to find what it is, what you’re feeling, sometimes, in lucky moments, the dream is there again for a little while. And dreams you don’t remember in the afternoon, you just sort of feel them, and when you’re feeling your dream and trying to find what it is, what you’re feeling, sometimes, in lucky moments, the dream is there again for a little while.impenetrable, but familiar. then

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