in the event that i should go out alone... i am destined to make friends with those around. in an underground setting... the task is done effortlessly. to hear the sights and sounds is a sunday blessing and one would assume that each soul has it's... talents. in our pockets, they collect like skipping stones ... better to be known at a later date... when an actual lake is near. not to be held back from the flow of the universe, our creator strategically places each pawn with diligent precision. impeccable timing is the key to opening each door... only to unveil what was already there all along.
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