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What is it that we thrive to find here?
Please tell me, because I've forgotten it.
The Moon, the Future, and the Memories, please.
Before my heart stops surging ichor to the extremities of my world.
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When the sun
finally arose that day
When the sun finally arose that day, the clouds suddenly came to a halt. Like a maestro leading an orchestra to a dead silence, the noise of the world had uniformly dispersed into the thin air without premonition. Even the birds seemed reluctant to launch into their usual morning chorus.
And immediately, I knew from experience that in the absence of sound, the sense of time goes with it. Yet, I still waited for the right moment to respond; even though I could no longer grasp the concept of the very act I was practicing. I waited a little. Then I waited a little more. The some more. The pebbles in the hour glass in my head, they soon became my ennemis. Lost in my own thoughts, I lost myself.
How long had passed since I had stopped driving? I had no idea. But I knew instinctively that the time had come and it was the right time to do so. So timidly, I began.
Arose...
But not a single sound came out of my mouth.
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auctobera
so it falls
More puzzles, a had said.
Of all days in a year, today had to be that day.
Of all people on this planet, I had to be that person.
Of all hopes in the world, it had to be that hope.
I must just give up. It's dangerous. As dangerous as clinging to a cloud. Meanwhile, let it pour. As always.
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