One of these nights when I was composing music, I took a break, stepped on the balcony. From this place, you can see the top of the mountains that surrounding my village, a thousand meters high above a lake. Sometimes you can see the clouds coming out of the forest. I was looking at these shapes, moving, growing and floating up to me. My body slowly gets erased by all that waterdust...
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