almost edged into the sameness of numbers on this one.
can sleep be appropriated by cloudmass, by logs of how to discourse with wood and sheer rock faces, or the settlement of the judiciary branch--what timber there?
i've got a wet pair of sneakers and wet bottom of pants and a new outlook on windows. not operating systems, not how quick to set the snaps.
it's almost time to start walking to where the train stops, for me to do this and the rain has moved along the corridor some.
if it was inside us. the umbrella of clocks--a sweeping and one directional thing.
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