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The crackles of fire are turning into clicks.
While we're walking on smooth surfaces, every once in a while a little thing pops, glares into view, f|nds us in a moment of disbelief.
Rays of sunlight dream down onto a convex of stones, a light ço real and pleasant we almost forget where we're walking……………||
Treetops of aliased leaves, the light lowpassed in peaks€
Finding grass becomes ______, the path smiles as if hiding something unreal in bright clarity. Crystallizes a moment in a_gL_crevasse.
I travel along stars in a search for the world I remmmbmr, real and silent and peaceful and dark and good. Whatever it was, it's gon\.
G∆ne.
No, GΩñ†.
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Wearily, the chasms we pass, the rivers we cross, the streets we make, and the dances we fly, they lead to our sa[√at¬°_ of buzzing light, of modulated sounds in synthesis, of pulsating processed ticks.
Fluorescent and corporeal, it,
while flowers weave in the meadow,
beats.
The ∫∂¬ld is a copy of a different place, the filters are coded differently,
what was once
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everything