Again you recollect that chill of unsupported desolation as you picked the land that was carved and divided by the strange sounding sea.
What was it I was attempting to do? Did something or someone get in the way? I caught your glances in oblique angles, across a shelful of handphones, of antiquated, forgotten communication devices, wired and meaningless, and something broke, and I awoke with your presence all about me.
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