The sand, a reminder.

It's nice to read something again and find it still full of meaning:

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The sand, a reminder. I am a lovely,
Lovely sinner!

Sometimes. And yet nothing changes.

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And it's even better when new layers of understanding have developed, either to replace or be overlayed onto your previous ones; you have more experience from which to draw and make connections from "real-life" to an artistic vague-ery. Or connections visa versa.