Out of the blue there appears a land... Inhabiting the ocean suddenly is put under doubt... and under a cloud you wake up. There is a vision, there is a wish and there is a material side to it witnessing the possiblity of reality. The abstract thoughts render themselves into the most wonderful moment of present. You care for words but preciseness of the product is not worth positively to be posited in some certain category. Because it is there where you want it and you do not want it to go away because it has done so in the past and the excitement and the whiteness of art deco floods the air and the cold is loved to be cold and the warm comfort is forgotten and slides by like a whole millisecond down the margin of four hours.
There appears a question mark but this time you shall consider it normal and proper to the way life bumps. Give it a timeline and when the breath of art-deco expires you shall know.
This time you are aware that eyes not seen are missed the most. But you are afraid not. You have been down this road before.
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