I was looking out at a landscape with hills, that seemed to be lifeless. Out in the distance was a funnel cloud, a dark gray smokey pipe touching ground. I had no real feeling present, other than a sort of detachment.
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12/03/2018
A Student of Sense and Nonsense
12/03/2018
I was looking out at a landscape with hills, that seemed to be lifeless. Out in the distance was a funnel cloud, a dark gray smokey pipe touching ground. I had no real feeling present, other than a sort of detachment.
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