Wherever I travel;
complacent in solitude, I am sometimes drawn to the exalted flow of this space-time continuum, save that it is spaceless and timeless, and of such loveliness.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run. But no explanation, no mix of words or memories can touch that sense of knowing that I was there and alive in that corner of time.Whatever it meant.
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