The sky is sooo…blue, but…
I observed and sensed the pattern of your cycles. Your cycles, your silence… I love them, but they are soul-draining. Nevertheless, every time you returned to the Library, I felt immense joy, hoping that the cycle or circle – continuing from the past – would transform into an evolving spiral, the DNA of our love. […]
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