possible futures, improbable futures and impossible futures
Draw a stick figure future - diminished and virus ransomed. Paint the landscape with the sweltering glare of global warming. Come share this with me - let kisses heal and soft whispers inflame. Some locks need two keys to open, some heavens can be reached by mortals.
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