“Did the candle always whisper such secrets?”
A clock with no hands was ticking.
Upon the cliffs, a phantom replied, “Only when stars imitated raindrops.”
Suddenly, someone in a distant fog questioned the light of a thousand dreams.
“I’m not who I was yesterday,” she said, “for yesterday was never mine.”
The bowls of the universe balanced carefully on threads from forgotten pasts.
“Would you swim among the clouds if you could simply sink?”
A voice trailed off, perhaps lost in the flutter of paper birds.
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