how can a lie take root, you might sometimes ask yourself. it isn’t a pattern you can will away. it isn’t the dim light of the end of the day. it’s something you will yourself toward. it’s something you find on the boardwalk before the tourists have arrived; those light denials. and once you have found it you can fell the tides over and out with a passage of prophesied doubt on the wings of tomorrow. and so you pass it on.
good evening, all iridescent
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