A lot later. Rewound some stories, added new branches and left a few marks on mental and actual logs. Pondering layers of metaphors and the random changes of weather that feels like rewinding seasons as well. A scent of wood and soil. A scent of matches and incenses. A dance of shadows. A foreboding of dreams. At least some of them soft ones hopefully. Contemplating. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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