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The rules are too simple. Still looks like a trick. Crumbly steps, still resist the open night, remains whole.
looks like a trick, foot and other foot, one before the other, happy smile legs moving at the end of the site.
very clear rules, the invitation to anyone who accompanies the stillness of these tips yawns.
A short walk, the streets will surely know by heart and if not, it is time to do so, the amalgamation blue sky is not yet off the ground and the stars hiding behind the lights of the blocks to which we allocate the steps. Around apple
the night round a soul numb, the invitation to speak, the urge to break a suffocating inactivity. And at every turn
apple marks an ambitious schedule of flights, a trail and never starts to appear behind our bodies. Walking again through those places with another instant hit with the winter clothes.
Each walk is a gateway to the destination unfathomable night.
The rules are simple, a return block, to learn about square legs and corners, without getting the cord. As a closed circuit, reached the destination-over game. Then, perhaps, perhaps a smile to the moon, a pat to wake up to what came before us, a knowing that we were there all the time, but also walking in circles.
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