| PAINTING a thought, eyes, a moment out of small lights of memories, evanescent and transforming into a sea of memories, they fly, swim, adhere, each chooses a pattern, simply floating up and downwards as air bubbles, appareled like little cells, atoms, in which everything is saved, a map comes to being, put together by points, a drop, a memory is transformed into a sea of pictures grit marana glowacki
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