The sky lies flat and solid as a sheet of paper, a backdrop to the summer-green filigree of leaves and branches. Old stone and young eyes; a song germinates in the warmth of your heart, but its winding vines elude your mind and you cannot quite catch hold of it. As things foretold, your dreams drift away between your fingers, hands outstretched
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