In the rain today there was smell. A smell of a small thread of time spun a very long time ago.

From a web above any star and beyond any hole.

Falling today; softly.

entwining the way of this and that.

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Wrapping the pictures as to place a child to sleep

Feeling the moment, and smiling.

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To follow against the hands of force and will, to weave among the wings and wind

Looking below to be what is above

it is

it is

wonderful and good.