With my eyes misted by a veil of tears and the steel curtain that separates us, I find myself unable to focus muy thoughts.
I'm now officially a digital nomad, meandering the platforms, morphing languages, combing for a the hidden presence, swallowed by the earth.
Meanwhile, I'll be unwaveringly waiting, the court jester in rusty armour, whom a few precious moments savoured what it's like to be a king.
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