The archetype of a context.
Freeing the whale.
That she'd test me!
That I got lucky to find my way out?
Not even.
This brave and generous soul -
tears.
I can feel her near.
I am.
A man.
I watch a feline itch.
Sratching the surface with paws glued onto the canvas.
We talked.
Laughter.
Taking myself serious.
In an electric room filled with actors.
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