I wake up to dew drops in my eyes. I wonder where's the moisture from. The sun sets an orange glow. And the sky cuddles it in a bright blue blanket.
I wake up, walk around and feel the naked world. I touch the pieces, the joints, the emerging shapes ... Yes, the patterns are changing.
I stand at the threshold and look back. The hazy clouds, the gripping tall structures, the trenches, the chains, the warm soil and the soft leaves. I sigh.
I turn around, and face the east again. The reels have already moved on. I take a step into the landscape that is changing.
I wake up, walk around and feel the naked world. I touch the pieces, the joints, the emerging shapes ... Yes, the patterns are changing.
I stand at the threshold and look back. The hazy clouds, the gripping tall structures, the trenches, the chains, the warm soil and the soft leaves. I sigh.
I turn around, and face the east again. The reels have already moved on. I take a step into the landscape that is changing.
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