And we will always, always be wondering. How comes, how goes, how went. Through and through. We will always be looking, introspecting, thinking and then doing it all over again. Blinking stars, singing winds, drumming of the rain on my window.

I want to smile, but I have to worry. All in all, better now, better.

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