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Time leaves town, but the minute hand stays.

Proof of wind.

Sometimes I wait, for the cold wind to blow.

Can the writings on the wall be deciphered?

All we need is starlight in our eyes.

Gaze beyond the monoliths and into the infinite.

Have mercy.

Somewhere along the way, it'll come back to you.

So what do you have to say about life?

Away from the sirens & the grocery stores.

Typing this note because I can. Taking this breath because I am. In a land of make-believe, what do you perceive?

What if tomorrow is coming today?

We can right the future. Thank you @Tristan 🌞⚡️ , @daylightco , @anjan. https://youtu.be/V0ytXpE2RVM?si=Yn7Jj2QkUkq4xdoP