The diamond in the rough.
Bleaker tides have crashed on the turbulent shore.
High tides at midnight.
Weaker wills bode well in the Indian summer. Like the drifting wind; destined to change. Eager to move in an instant.
Freedom from choice.
Anarchy in the somber afternoon.
Fate anchors the mover.
Time has shaken the earth.
There will be wounds in the future.
Scars: even slightly more distant.
Our mortality fixed.
watch where you stand.
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