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#climbiming
Knees aching climbing the hill, gras patches, soft landings among sandstone islands, dreaming cold clime exploring. Shoe gripping rocks of concreted fossils, weighing on times remains - triassic scales. My multiplexed cells, morphed versions of those modelled in the strata. Not master of all I see. Not master of me.
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Weighing