2012.1.24HEADOlive waited for the train. He waited for a long time.Finally, he saw the train emerge from the darkness, conducted by two headlights.He marches onto the train. Paper lanterns hung from the sides of the seats, glowing warmly.Snapping into Position Number Salute 840, he heard his back crack."Hup!"He assigned himself a seat and fell asleep.Sweet dreams!I'm spinning 'round and 'round.Looking at the sky, what do I see? I see a shallow arrangement of colours and depth. So meaningless, but so beautiful. So bright. Bright white.Where are the clouds? Did they cover everything up?I just want to fall up into the deep end of
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