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[tears_of_isha]

I am like this backwards wall, standing right oblique. There upon the ground falls this shadow, a murkyness of depth and distorted distances. Around me, are the lonely dandilions some puffing, some yellow. In the breeze of summer they gently sing the days passing overhead. Sometimes, you can see the stream of clouds as progress lets the world know it still exists.

It is just a simple thing.