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…………weary makes for good naps

A each light making known its effort and here a tiny city pulsing while the traffic begs to make sense of it all

I stared at a frame of sky moving through sunset with nothing but the smell of harsh rubber all around me. I waited and browsed the past but this time the technology was in my own hands. I let the scene paint over with memories… lived and felt it. It was a beautiful hash of mixed languages translated.

Here discounts were provided for the scholarly or at least for the non-tech, I made sure to appease all..such is the peaceful life. My eyes burned

I look forward to the day you see what’s more important than your word