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destinies
stories
the magic eye
beyond
the ephemeral
I don’t
know why, but something tells me that you don’t have a clue;
you didn’t even dismiss this thought, because there were no
germs for this thought to spring up from. I would only ask you not
to talk about ‘day’, ‘hour’, ‘moment’,
words that bear no meaning
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