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  • "Someone's always spraying the air with their mood" he read. Not here though. Not with one paddle dredging the bed and the other balanced between the mist and his waist. The air tasted pure and encouraged the eyes to bloom, popping from sunken bunkers their clarity once thought to be lost in the City restored itself. People had sent out a search party, others declared it MIA, gone and not expected to return any time soon. Who'd blame clarity for hiding it here though?

    Spinning around, and around, nights spent alone, all the way, deep inside tunnels to the mind is where he'd been looking.


    If you need to find parts of yourself you thought you'd long since lost, simply wade out. Breathe in all you can, hold it, and as you breath out you should ideally feel a sickness leave you. Afterwards jump naked in to the fresh water. Keep your head under, only to pull back out again and shake your hair like a shaggy dog.

    If you scream "I'm alive" loud enough then anything you fear you've lost will reappear.
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