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Thoughts flow endlessly like the sounds, like the clouds on a bluish sky, like the autumn leaves thrown around by the cold breeze…

Look at those people there in the distance he said pointing the finger down the slope, the magnitude of nature makes us so insignificant...

Life is but a dream the boy remembered the quote, if it wasn’t for the mind, we could all just wake up…

Like the fire burning wood without a predictable direction, the thoughts spilled onto the page follow no particular order.