Where I collect the found and the lost.
There was a slice of blue, a square of red, and night fell.
I follow my own tracks, you are me.
Where there is light, there is shadow.
A situation, a spark and a conclusion.
Where else could the words take me, but to write?
Falling into sleep.
The sky turned red as the sun fell into the Pacific, falling for some and rising for others.
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