learn way, way back and the track collapses to where it's hard to follow or even to see how you once went or even where time spent in that direction -- an involuntary tear clears its own path but there's no math that adds up to a better batter and there's more than matters more than polite replies and promising eyes -- these are the thoughts to sift through softly -- a superfine flour that bakes up to nothing
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