Time told through a ferry horn letting everything know it’s leaving. This is your last opportunity to let a breeze blow. It’s stuffy in here. I stepped outside to take a phone call. The window is not mine. I see that now. If anyone ever tells you words words words, remember to respond. Spacial relation, depth perception and hallway glow. I flipped the switch of an old house and let it grow. 

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