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Sometimes I run wayside down a trickling sky. Like a fool with no bearing, I’m swallowed by the passing time. I don’t know what we are doing. I think we’re waiting…for something. Like a spiral,
Have you ever, Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work. Taken a step back, For the appreciation of the piers. For a wider look on the world, A look that digs underneath false notifications.