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She left the door open, always waiting for her to return, yet all that ever replied was dust and shadows.

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Muddled was the call of the autumn.

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The bleeding colors helped him reach moments of calm.

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Soft was the light, melting around the calm.

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Satori sometimes escaped with Jimmy, hoping the wind would blow them somewhere new.

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Having the conch would not save anyone today.

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Left is where one always turns when wishing for renewal.

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The vines tried to pull down the fabricated delta closer to its natural home.

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He still waited for a break in the white, hoping it would come in the next month.

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Kubrick's palette watched over his medium.

They stood uneasy as the horn sounded. It had arrived.

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Taking a moment before he cleansed his aura.

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Mobius Band, sitting shotgun in the truck, strongly disagreed.

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It had been a rough day for the traveling man.

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Within the bowls lay reflections of a lost childhood.

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As the door slammed, they ebbed and flowed like a heavy tide, but did not go out.

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In just a few hours they descended upon the small town.

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Satori had never explored the Red Room before.

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Crows echoed outside, signaling the Dark Mans return home.

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And on the 59th mile, his shoes were no longer of any use.

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Last week the wheels were square.

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And the last waves of sunshine fell flat against the purple waning sun.