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abou thoughts of the past |
| Pastels of time In the collorless blooming thrills of the azure arched infinity, reality, unleashed of it’s vastness, evoked spheres of trinity. Persued as a mere pastel blend palet that for all mentions the slowed down running of time, and with it: of intentions. For it turns soon enough into the thruth, the secret, behind: the cummulation of moments, the eons of years kept in mind. |