I don't know why it is this way here. Sometimes... I feel so sad for my planet, like... what were we thinking. What were we chasing? I puzzle over it all. Sometimes I feel as though you run that. Why? Because I always see little indications of you, buried in life. A chance... little note or a bird flies across my path at just the right moment.*
Ah. The six of swords. I knew it.*
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