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A Series of Moments

Quietude serves silence of mind location of consciousness unknowable time and space the containment going somewhere, anywhere it’s a bird, it’s a plane it’s make believe only, I don’t realize any of it projections of stuff made up how do I remember the solution when I have woven the story into my bosom of a thousand years?

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