Sand

Footprints on the sand, forgotten objects

Feel your steps compress those grains that give way under your weight, THE RESISTANCE It is weak, initially, it becomes surprisingly compact.

my eye is not anxious, knows where to go and my mind can fly. I feel the waves, calm, there is no room for the noise of the storm: only a dull murmur of electricity in the air.

Footprints on the SAND

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