Ideas slowly settle on me,
This ancient dust,
I am swimming through this desert,
Surrounded by the crystallised remnants of dry bones,
I listen to the whispers on the wind,
There are stories in the sand.
Ideas slowly settle on me,
This ancient dust,
I am swimming through this desert,
Surrounded by the crystallised remnants of dry bones,
I listen to the whispers on the wind,
There are stories in the sand.
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