How lonely must you be to become friendly with a pen and paper? Your recollections recant a scantly sowed memory. It takes time to freeze a thought, much less to read it’s phantom – how do you, reader, wonder or echo fathoming this crackling foam like superpositions of quantum domes entangled, interfered and spinning? This is the end, here’s a new beginning.
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