Rubbing against stone provides the warmth to go on. Those stones contain my
words. Old meaning multiplied by centuries and danced on river bottoms.
Silences heard. Floating away are the nouns and pronouns, leaving only the
heat of the moment, and the softest sounds of laughter.
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"What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of
questioning."
(Werner Karl Heisenberg)
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