& at the same time, dark. Not 50-50, perhaps. Why am I thinking of salt dissolving in soup? Why am I remembered words removed from a poem? Yup, light & dark.
I could sit awhile before it sails, count the boats and bodies moving through the depths and soaring in my silly heart a feeling I should be going too. Who wanders the world anymore anyway?
I could sit awhile before it sails, count the boats and bodies moving through the depths and soaring in my silly heart a feeling I should be going too. Who wanders the world anymore anyway?
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