The formless divides becoming divine. I feel it especially in the pulsations that rock my foundation. In the sun the snow becomes smooth and rounded, before it becomes dirty and pocked with unsightly holes. It's like living with chlamydia in a paradise of one.
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The formless divides becoming divine. I feel it especially in the pulsations that rock my foundation. In the sun the snow becomes smooth and rounded, before it becomes dirty and pocked with unsightly holes. It's like living with chlamydia in a paradise of one.