Mahoney: Now we wait.
Magorium: No. We breathe, we pulse, we regenerate. Our hearts beat, our minds create, our souls injest.
‘See those stars shining in your eyes, I know…I got to keep them there.
...Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
I think my dreams are getting more elaborate, and interesting. System of luxury homes set into a hillside meadow, somehow free to occupants, protective measures from natural disasters; many social and physical details. Come as usual.
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