. Whether we like it or not, the wind often blows dust into the heart.
It pollutes desire, shuts out light, and dulls the eyes, or reduces feelings . Sometimes I am drifting and don't know why then the day chooses its own plan that the mind cannot follow . And deprives me of a single smile, or it closes me up with a dark power, as if it only wanted to exclude me from the others. . On such a day I usually lack a key word. There is a seal on my lips. . But now I think that this vague path, though unloved, is also part of my life.
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