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Maybe it's my laziness, or my desire to have everything organized and super easy to find but..I dont think I'll mind missing the treasure hunt of digging.
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me.
Its source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless. Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting.
Tool:Reflection
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