Draga, open your eyes.
The sky's the limit.
I'm chained and weighed down.
Slow to start and the timing is approaching.
Unmatching bringing in a second half to a sequel in four parts.
The missing part is that the math runs deep. I am steeply inclined to find patterns in the sand.
I must stand out in old ways.
This completes the circle.
The unknown, winding down.
Finding ground.
Cleaning the floor...
for future use.
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