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| ever dumbening |
They sit year after year, as thousands of years before, feeding their hearts on a thin shaft of morning sunlight. A fleeting ********************************* signal and reminder, as we swing around the other side again. Inside the chamber. Outside the arc. Reset. Restart. Renew. |
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| ever dumbening | 18 years ago, when there was a tiny bit of hope in my heart. | 201221 |