Step XXIX
Contrast
I feel like my soapbox has been abandoned. Re-initiating shortly.
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The blurring of lines. The smoke and mirrors you use to get a real chance at feeling. The embers of a dying fire that you wouldn't give a chance. The breaking of light over city awash in the revelation of new day.
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