a day in work, an endless cascade of interests and curiosity, care and affection.
my day is nothing but a day, generic answers or questions, all the same.
i stand behind eclipsing the sun in front of me, yet i am not the sun.
the shadow always casts on me, not the glance.
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what you dream may be yours, men =)
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