Built to interwind.
A thoughtful accident that it was ever discovered.
Wet snow, so heavy my socks are wet as I reach to my left
Discovering a truth I’ve felt. Discovering a fallacy I won’t know.
Meshing as if that was what was meant to be.
A renaissance, another day

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