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A journey. |
| Where the sky touches the earth – where a thousand points of forever spread across a distant shore – Memories long departed rekindled not as they happened, but as filtered by the mind. Fading light demands one last embrace before the night tucks the world away, till morning and all the richness of the earth is entrusted to the dark. One last time I view the world as it never will be again – never can be again – The miracle of life is change. Never ending adaptations make the world constantly anew. |