Grasping the mind, what spring comes, does nothing under its sun. To know that void, they are afraid to forget, the impossibility of the request. A tendency to observe, yet hesitant to move beyond, this fishers dream. A rising sun is caught in waves, a net is cast. Unaware of the distance between, two points never severed, she waits by the sea. Never severed, she waits by the sea.
– Josh Fleming
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