Awhile the fascinate and intrigue of times unravel upon the sight and insight of the depths of the mind. Which search and seek to draw nigh the articulate and accumulate of seasons with intense and immense reason. Observing and reserving emotions and thoughts that predestine with the hold and withhold of unraveling days and nights. Which question the depths of mind alike drawing the depth of eyes to draw nigh. The fine and refine of the distant align to cease the strain and journeying of the eyes.
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