Category: Ancient
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Day 28
alike from afar but endlessly varied stitches line the edges of all we touch of our made being
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Day 25
even the sundial loses all track of time following the breeze swarm through our sea of fresh pine needles
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It is what comes after
Though in a world of doubt surrounded, our river plies, churns, hides its own error, misgiving, re-creation, courage of moment, witness borne, lost. Our hero beeches suffer demotion to floats, serve as fisheries, bubble up ripples, but if confrontation cannot be avoided, indeed, remains steadfast, they rise to bows, turns, diversions, reshaping even water, laying…
