Hello. I know you can hear. You do, but I won't dare have you acknowledge the truth that stands where you sit. Lie down on gentle noise, washing and rushing and muffling and stinging like the ocean. Blanket those fears -- No! thoughts -- in a swirl of fog. Dream in wisps lost because of concentration. Go survive in a world of molasses. Go!
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Goodbye...
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