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Moist dew drop. I am
Moist dew drop,
Light from the sun reflects through fan,
Dust wavers,
Light distortion on glass before eye,
Stars in daylights dance,
Paper lifts,
Arcs,
Falls in synergistic motion to the breeze which stirs around me.
These parallel lines above me.
Illusory distance,
Bending lines to join in one point,
Vanishing point.
I am thought.
I am dream.
I am light.
I am
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