it is true. it is right and it is true.
swallowed by the day to day, the project sleeps below and it waits.
winter is a difficult time in the winter city. it was to be the vehicle. the platforn. winter was to be the pallet.
such a soft yet harsh light. throwing shadows long and low.
may we continue to conspire to capture the shadows the glow of green of yellow of blue and poke and prod at this town. for its answers. for its truth.
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