Seamaster
Just trying to have less unfinished business when leaving spots on my agenda. A robin sings big things on a small red flower. Seamaster, along all those rivers we sometimes see the ocean in each drop falling on our heads. The sea showed us friendly palms of empty hands full of joy, stays with us when a robin sings big things on a small red flower and quietness flows. Busy dissolves as the sun rises it's waves. The agenda flies off and time watches.
“Seismic data is sound.”
– Andy Hildebrand (Auto-Tune)
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