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The Wells Of Silence

“Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain… 38 more words

Manual 365

In complete nakedness, exuding calmness

I blink a couple of times before waking up to ask myself if this is really happening. Blinking is the Morse code for those who cannot discern reality from dreams. 232 more words