Roads intertwine. The concept is clear in meaning. In the fullness of not knowing. In the quiet moments of understanding, where we lay, isolated from cast and life spaces built. There are quiet, if only we see. In turn our eyes to a world of anxiety and mistakes of others. Incandescent. Emerge, rush, from the top of each soil under the onslaught of voices clamoring blame, not God who criticized his faith away. And each time, the weight of others ... So much to live, by striking against the experience and be standing in a fight without seconds out. And the emptiness of a department full of spaces, in the light of day again. The fear becomes such a possibility. Meaningful ways. Roads that intersect, to get to where we belong. Each site is that corner. Strengthen us in the mood. Tables will and letters. Hours of full breath in the second and counting, until the soil does not hurt in the fall.
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