The architect and the artist took turns singing her to sleep at night. Whether it be the architect, or the artist, after reading the book, they would sing. Not because they were good at it, they weren’t, but because it worked.
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to …
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about
I am a dot (nothing more)in a sea of dots
I sometimes touch other dots
some will be moved by the touching
others will not
that is the best I can do
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