hod shebnetzach
I left the orchard seven years ago and now am back, it's the same, though I did not remember the quiet, the wind, the windows
Hard to stay long with all the dying the mind-leavetaking the frenzy of hacking but really is the rest of the world less of a scar
(the secret is here but the whisper speaks for either a moment or eternity and neither is the scale at which I can listen and live
what they cite as evidence was method was principle come in peace go in peace never stop moving remain perpetually rested unrested unbested untested uncertain untouchable)
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