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Skin. Smooth. Prickly. Rough. The edge of a table. A hand clicking glass against glass. Whisky. You are my hero. Red cushions. Frosted glass. The smell of old books. There's a draft by the windows and the bedside lamp doesn't work. The words, they flow like a river in the northern countries. Cliches. passions.Tthe wish for warmth and comfort. If only it were so simple. A straight line. From up the mountain down the slope and onto the finish line. Don't look at the rock over there! Pay attention goddamit ! And the smile is stamped on his face. Hair like wild tall grass blown away by the wind. Trembling. Seed. Fragile and yet pushing hard upwards. Silence. Expectancy. Excitement. Fantasy. Wishing for a dream to tantalize the senses. Wait. Watch. See. Learn. A movement of eyes on canvas. A thousand days lost in unforgettable mist. Eternal present. The presence of sound. Forgotten memories. Distorted sleep. And many more unknown tomorrows to discover. Patience. Slow. Whispering low.

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