How beautiful it is and how beautiful it was. From the sand to the trees, from speed to steel. I have seen one thousand pictures where I hide my biggest happiness.
Sometimes it's clear, you know where to go and get it. The start is a blank space in the future, but then you just have to continue to continue to continue starting each one of those minor acts to get to it.
I'll just keep following the line between boundaries.
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