That's it?
What happened to the vast horizons popped out there like baking loaves rising?
How about the clouds inflated up above rising into inside of a blue eggshell?
And the piled up cubes where folks go in, go out, ride up, ride down?
What's this, then, down here?
A baby?
>thorn of the down
>I hear your breath
>fast fold fast fold
>isled fast
>clasp
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