Perhaps of all the places where I would go this is the most unexpected.
not bad, not good. It's just wind, and time, that run together.
What are selfish, I take whatever they give me, without telling them anything in return.
Yet there would be things to say, to return.
But never enough to get in pace. Two coordinated
apparent state of equilibrium,
touching the top with the sole purpose of separating.
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