The static of broken dreams faded under the acid rains of August. I scattered dozens of paper cranes on the resting plot of an old lover. I plan single-day escapes from a Xeroxed life in carefully cultivated gardens. Drought-resistant and exceptional horticultural endeavors tended over years. I shed irrelevant routines and obsolete memories. Only to find new-old aspirations long solved by technology and time.
1:04 p.m. - 2017-08-07
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