there is so much, oh, far too much for me. I mean, there's the wheather, there's the water and the land, there are the animals, and the buildings, and the past and the future, there's space, there's history. There's this thread or something caught between my teeth, there's the old woman across the street and of course, there's time, and place, and there's you.
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