| Daydreams...unfurled...when the rock is mist...the sky is stone... stirred...marbleised...that the good would hold its counterpart suspended...fully touching each to each...somewhat tantric...with the afternoon news... | |
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| Daydreams...unfurled...when the rock is mist...the sky is stone... stirred...marbleised...that the good would hold its counterpart suspended...fully touching each to each...somewhat tantric...with the afternoon news... | |
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