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Domain idea and IP negotiations by M
Email: m@not.existing.org |
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Implementation and first design by A
Email: a@not.existing.org
Growing older I descend November.
The asymptotic cycle of the year
plummets now. In crystal reveries
I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees
where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember.
They crackle with a muted sound like fear.
I ask cold air, 'What is the word that frees?'
The wind says, 'Change,' and the white sun, 'Remember.'
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