There is a painting that arises as the sun goes down and the sky shuns the realities of light that is love amused. I am that light, but also the setting of the sun in repose. I now wonder things that are lost to the blooms of all that is not me. I will continue to be and to see all that is a Russian ruses of chi. Please join the room of flat jokes over the sea and leave this damped artist to the no longer happy sea.
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