| When the bedrock in that free hour change became a carpet...shadow separation for daydreams...hidden lands...exotic...in transformations...light breathe...parallel the waking world...but without gravity... | |
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| When the bedrock in that free hour change became a carpet...shadow separation for daydreams...hidden lands...exotic...in transformations...light breathe...parallel the waking world...but without gravity... | |
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