The opposite side of the world, the sun thinks quietly. That's where I am. The other side. I'm bright here, but it's dark there. I'll leave here and give it all back to the moon. The sky will change. People will sleep. Time is not a factor. you know what I mean.As the sun passes by, light is refracted in the misty curves of nearby clouds. Years continue to pass.
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