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    We have been found in the places that most avoided. Not by choice. We have not chosen anything so far. That thing we, folks from around here, are not offered that often. Only a few lucky or unlucky ones was offered. I cannot quite discover. Names are not the names, feels are not feels, the ways are not the ways. 

    Who are to tell everything for a reason? So what about the reasons? Blindfolded events that cause another blindfolded events. Every one of them turns out to be the only one of them yet each one is the exact same way it happened. We have been hugging with the questions again and they do not respond in any exact same ways. Nobody will be able to distinguish between what has been said and what has not been. The ears travelled down to the river and had the time of their lives in the swimming. 

    We have seen them in the air with their colourful auras, running around the air, with their happy giggles. There was something condescending echoed in their giggles. Some would even say, la-di-da. Would you believe? 

    Belief has been around for a very long always. And received. Nobody knows if there ever will be a time that it does give in the end. The ambiguity keeps the spark I guess. 

    We have been found in the places that most avoided. Not by choice. We roamed, breathe, touched, needed, felt the thirst, dreamt, moaned, discussed, glanced in the those places. We said that the liminality encouraged us. Was it that? Not by choice. We believed that since always. We fell in love with that. I guess, that how it works. No decay is without life. We believed in the decay. Decay kept us alive. In love. 

    We have been found in the places that most avoided. Not by choice. We roamed, breathe, touched, needed, felt the thirst, dreamt, moaned, discussed, glanced in those places. Were we able to leave? Nobody knows. The ambiguity kept the spark. We did climbed the thoughts of each other. One by one. One by one. One by one. One.

    We have been found. most. not. choiced. We climbed on the heads of each other. We found our seats there, found. cushions. sat. Our hands were facing the ground. Our hands could never do other. Our hands never found. 

    We have been found in the places that most avoided. Not by choice. We had built our houses elsewhere. Our houses would never. We had never.

Maybe they had been the only thing stood in the middle of a storm cloud and it had been glistening to the brightest eyes. Our eyes was covered.

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