Once upon a time a way was set.
It demanded coherence. But within the poplars there reigns a kind of travel.
A kind of travel that interacts with the receptor, the disregarded
Here we begin. Not with more than adherence.
*The beginning was actually like a sting:
the realization of her cage.
*The beginning, however, began with a crushing demand of the absolutism.
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