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Please don’t let me go mad.
An empty threat is always a sign of weakness.
You can opt out of the system. You can live in your own way.
It’s philosophy at your fingertips.
The missingness of the missing.
Then there’s the river. Wide as the future used to be.
Who else has even given me a thought?
You don’t find anything wrong with that?
Gone Fishin’
I guess I can see your side of it.
The air goes silent.
Are they going back the way they came?
What would they be saying if they could hear?
The palm trees are already on location, correct?
Moods pass. Things look up.
Watch that tendency, he tells himself.
You’re such a star.
She was excited about this achievement of hers.
I would like to live in the little cottage.
I didn’t mean to be cross.
Gone Fishin’
You’ve got to make an effort.
It didn’t seem to do him any good.
There was nothing I could do.
Sunlight filtered through the trees on her.
Lots of things work against gravity, but gravity always wins in the end.
You want the whole story?
Fingers of light are hauling the sunrise up over the horizon.
Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like hell.
A whole world of foreignness upon the horizon.
She believes she may close her eyes and take a deep breath.
People carry the storms of the things they once did.
Wind plays in the trees’ bony upper boughs.
Look over there. What an incredible thing.
But I do like the countryside. I like the space and the quiet.
Didn’t you tell me you wanted to visit the sea?
The whole thing is too ridiculous.
But she has travelled too far and is a different person these days.
Nothing makes any sense. Things just happen, that’s all.
He is pointing the way to the world up ahead.
He has always felt most at home in the dark.
Don’t even walk in that direction.
Back there is the past. Up ahead’s the future.
Black clouds spill upwards against the pale sky.
The storm arrives at half-past noon.
It occurs to me this is a sign of the times.
You never know what people are like after dark.
But what do you do when you’re out in the forest?
If he can steady himself, he may yet survive; stranger things have happened.
The world is confusing, but the forest is not.

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