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i want to be as miniature;

i want to be as miniature; amongst the dandelion’s greyed flower, watching and striving to hold on as the wind-lifted florets find their way on streams unseen in air, as voices so often do.

I once believed the world was round.
I read a story today; more a headline, really:

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