Look at the dark, space sky.
Why is it? Tell me why.
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One Comment
I feel you Dina. I sometimes ask questions of the sky… and then this comes to mind:
‘Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
‘What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
‘I never know what you are thinking. Think.’
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