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Wednesday, September 26, 2018

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not the sun
Don't get used it, she said. The morning came and in the morning he forgot to take note of the thing he thought about before the morning came. She wasn't the sun. But the projection of a glowing orange cyclone. And she talked in code. The code was just whispers. The answer was in that it was too quiet to hear.