On normal days in normal places it wouldn't
matter. Either one's own sense of isolation, or the mica's impervious
shimmering in the shaded cool soil. Not the relentlessness of your own
circumstance, nor the challenge or ease of each passing day.
Time stands still and sighs.
While your dreams reinvent the sky.
Time stands still and sighs.
While your dreams reinvent the sky.
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