Inner peace. Exaltation. Outer peace. Exultation. I walk through the streets eyes closed, mind clear. I arrive. Must open them after a while. Do not want. Do not feel. Somethings must be real. 20 hours, 1000 words. Was it worth it? Who is to tell. Push. Tire. Enjoy the fire. Is this the shadow? Is this the water? Truly focused. Must be trouble. Storm-a-brewin'? Nothing doing. For now, savor; it’s a favor. For now ride; no need to hide. Feel. Real.
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