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ESCAPING INTO THE MUSIC "Time is what we are given in order to search for happiness." The window contained the world that was coming apart as we spoke. It held the storm in place as if we looked in on another dimension. Heaven glowered and even the sky cowered. Lightning tore the day apart as if it were mere paper. "The cancer has advised me to pack up what time's left collect whatever memories I want to take with me." The world in the window was going over the top pulling out all the stops with cheap theatrical effects. Enough to make one laugh at the unreality of Reality. The laughter made her weaker. She withdrew inside herself to where I could neither know or follow her. I put on the record and she escapes into the music.
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
ESCAPING INTO THE MUSIC
ESCAPING INTO THE MUSIC "Time is what we are given in order to search for happiness." The window contained the world that was coming apart as we spoke. It held the storm in place as if we looked in on another dimension. Heaven glowered and even the sky cowered. Lightning tore the day apart as if it were mere paper. "The cancer has advised me to pack up what time's left collect whatever memories I want to take with me." The world in the window was going over the top pulling out all the stops with cheap theatrical effects. Enough to make one laugh at the unreality of Reality. The laughter made her weaker. She withdrew inside herself to where I could neither know or follow her. I put on the record and she escapes into the music.
donall-dempsey
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
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