You are suspended in a pool somewhere past the deep end. There must be a cathedral underneath; you can tell from the stars above, their colourless light shifting in ways that pluck worry from your body until you are full of life and quiet. Violets are bluer than the water until it gets dark.
You are suspended in a pool somewhere past the deep end. There must be a cathedral underneath; you can tell from the stars above, their colourless light shifting in ways that pluck worry from your body until you are full of life and quiet. Violets are bluer than the water until it gets dark.
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