I came across an odd, sprawling smile that stayed with me. The memory of it keeps playing back in my mind like a flash clip when least expected. I would like to imagine that if I curled up under a grand tree, I would wake with answers that eluded me. It would have to be a gnarled tree, lichen covered, centipedes crawling to a symphony of crickets. The portal comes home. A hundred year wall I touch. Peel upon peel I discover notions that correct themselves. Every wave of water cleans the rocks a little. Silicates. Shine in the dark even when no one's looking.
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