Perhaps there is a single unified event that everything else points to. Remember that target I described in our first encounter? I fear accuracy at a distance, revere its flight at the same time. Words exist above themselves, like birds in flight, their magic already traced in the sky just for you.
Perhaps there is a single unified event that everything else points to. Remember that target I described in our first encounter? I fear accuracy at a distance, revere its flight at the same time. Words exist above themselves, like birds in flight, their magic already traced in the sky just for you.
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