the vault
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at night the moon whispers
recapping a day of turbulent tranquility. perhaps a deceiving title, because lulled by the gentle cascade of evening breeze there is the silent roar of an approaching train threatening to engulf me whole.
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spring is tinged with romantic melancholy
one day the fog will fade and skeletons emerge. for now though, i am lounging in my castle made of clouds, feeling on top of the world.