The sky is weeping.
Time of year.
Time of world.
The cat vomited on the rug. But there seems a simple solution
to that.
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The sky is weeping.
Time of year.
Time of world.
The cat vomited on the rug. But there seems a simple solution
to that.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung