one hand always knows the fate, the other wonders, staring blindly.
the grass...
we know...
and looking back?
same.
but now we are...
over here,
and the grass...
we know.
The long Rope Tugged Again.
and the feet kicking the spinning world into its next rotation.
but like every one before, we know already where it could lead.
and hope for something different.
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