i find it unpredictable.
the way it wakes and what causes it to sleep.
i don't know where it comes from and why it consumes, but it does.
one's eyes can recognize an other's eyes filled with such a thing.
familiarity in no way breeds contempt, rather it lets one exhale.
release. love. live.
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somecognition :: a pondering of all things un-final.
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