some time it's too quiet other times it's too loud not even brown noise can drown the sound out
one day it's gone be hot the next it's gone be cold somewhere in between it's gone start to snow from above down below dropping hailstones reaching the ground crushed into a slush of ice crystals like when once life glisten flowetically and readily flourished then suddenly it's mindfully sensible to maneuver strategically counting one's blessings with every step and ounce of breath left to effortlessly breathe revolutionarily
The Immortal Wize
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Violent Disturbance
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