Cloud Of Dust
By birksy
I wake, change into a cloud of dust, move within the world, within the people, soar high in the air, and deep underground, wonder how we could do it better, listen to everyone’s problems, try to construct one solution, then, with all this to think of, collect myself again, to sleep. Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 10:07 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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