At 1 p.m., sitting in a soft chair by the fireplace, the cold wind was blocked out of the window, and there was some quietness in the house, and I stood in the flames and bursting into a little bit of sound, and the smooth music was like a spring, coming out of the back of the stage seven or eight paces away, surrounded by the cheeks of everyone, which made the hearing shaky.

IN WINTER

The theatre's opening days are approaching, the rhythm is not so fast, the sound of howling is still on, and there's a blue atmosphere on the roof. I've seen those sweet words the other day, dear little girls, dear college students...

Looks like the same bunch of weird actors, who have a good sense of leisure, to avoid cold, heavy shapes, a warm red skin in the flames, and I would love to switch seats with them.

After a while. Who jumped on the empty stage and started the happy concussion. I heard the director's call for gold: "Come on stage, let's do a show training."

1. You must remain active on the stage, closed your eyes and without calling for a stop.

Take the cup (which does not exist, she scratches me in a shape) and do not let the water spill.

"Go ahead, feel the music. Close your eyes."

I was suddenly put on stage, helpless, bored, following this new and lengthy arrangement. I hate what I have to do, so do it. The new experience of rebellion has to go back to the hateful thing: to explain it.

New experience is not necessarily a surprise, but a possibility of surprise. This experience has filled me with satisfaction, and my scarce heart has been fed. A little consciousness was later written, a one-hour training experience was recorded and the theme was " Touching the Blind ".

Close your eyes. Walk.

I find that darkness doesn't mean monogamy. White

I lead the fight between emptiness and the physical environment.

Triggered the fall and broke it into an extreme alert.

Ignorance makes me as direct as a primitive person.

South-west, north-west, no map line.

No clock guide.

I'm not between the day and the crowd.

I don't have friends and close letters.

It's in a heavy, closed cloud.

Thinking about losing mirror recognition.

Down, down, unlock, curve.

A dream of a different metaspace.

Feel the emotion of having no object.

Extended, retroactive, lost, lonely.

I can't stop alone.

But there's a lot of obstacles to getting mixed up.

She said we can't stop now.

Please do this to the end of nature.

"

Hey.

I was the first to come to the world.

Okay.

I want to be the last one alive.

"

Touches are a microcosm of survival and reality.

What I fear is the fear of survival.

The glass in my hand is my belief.

What I'm relying on is my trust.

IN WINTER

It's amazing.

I'm digging.

The power I have left.

My other receivers.

♪ 'Cause the touch's been spreading ♪

The prototype of countless doors was painted.

One arm pulls the right angle.

One toe falls into the crack option.

A texture doesn't trigger life experience.

There's only a huge density on one ground.

The soft contour of contact under the palm

Indicating that the next moment is safe.

There's a huge sound coming from the east.

It makes the East mysterious.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

Big blast, improvisation and danger.

A slight shadow passed through the eyelids.

Some corner has planned the shouting wind.

I felt another stranger walking behind my eyes. People

Hey, who are you?

Who are you?

Ha-ha-ha. You spilled my water.

Would you please give me some water?

Can I have half your water, please?

Smell you.

Touch you gently.

For you, gently.

Put my trust on your trust.

Put the water under my guard in your glass.

I'm going to be me again.

When someone's perspective opens the door.

Isn't his retreat a sign?

I'm losing myself and my heart.

There can be no difference between memories and repetitions.

Love is the secret of survival.

Reaction temperature reflects a white reflection of self.

All of a sudden, I'm ready for the next pain.

All of a sudden, I don't think it's beautiful.

It's filled with explosions.

Brave and brave, echoing from the source.

Pain, pain, pain, pain.

The dumping became the last chapter of salvation.

We're still safe.

We struggled in the dark.

👣

Thank you, Gold. I'm not nervous.

I don't want to say again why I have to do something unknown.

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