I saw a painting by the pilot.
It was dark and vague as if it's seen from distant but it's not.
There are boxes indicating numbers. That is not only a scene for what I know, it is the story of his life.
The concept remains unknown for he was the only soul who had compassions for it.
I see and I saw, I'd be the critical observer of his past and future. It is not a saint's job but mine to witness the dimensions of an Earthian man.
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