within a museum's walls -- not matter how many the number. Whoever created the "window," thank you. I'm grateful. How I love to gaze out a window, especially as night turns down the light.
many hours spent behind these kinds of walls, with words conjuring paychecks and deadlines waking up the dreamer. how far away it seems to have had that assignment, their acceptance or rejection, the sigh after a task complete. how is it that we have many lifetimes within one life, beginnings and endings on a piece of slate.
many hours spent behind these kinds of walls, with words conjuring paychecks and deadlines waking up the dreamer. how far away it seems to have had that assignment, their acceptance or rejection, the sigh after a task complete. how is it that we have many lifetimes within one life, beginnings and endings on a piece of slate.
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