▛▞▛▖▟▘▘▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖ ▙▚ ▙▝▖▚▗ ▙▖▙▚▙▜▞▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖ ▙▚ ▘▛▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚
▖▙▚▙▜▞▘▛▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▚ ▙▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▘▝▝▛▚▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖
▗▖▘▝▗▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▘▝▗▟▝▚▝▖▘▝▗▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚ ▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▘▝▝▛▚▜ ▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖
have you heard? there's a difference...
They have a ▖▜ ▝▛▜▞▛▛ ▟▚▙▚ ▙▚▖▙▚▙▚ but abstracted 'self' that they can manipulate. ▜ ▝▛▜▜ ▝▛▜▞▛▛ ▟▚▞▛▛ ▟▚ Because, they exist in this ▛▟▜ ▘▝▜ ▝▛▜▞▛▛ ▟▚▛▚▞▖ state which connects with our world in a very disparate way.
▖▘▝▝▛▚▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▚▗▙▖▙▚▙
▗▟▝▚▝▖▘▝▗ ▙▜▞▘▛▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝
▜▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙▖▙▚▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▘▝▝▛▚▜ ▘▛ ▝▞▗▚▗ ▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▚▗ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▙▖▙▚▙
▞▗▞▖▘▝▝▛▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▝▖▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▚▗▙▖▙▚ ▙▜▞▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙
▜▘▛▝▞▗▞▖▘▝▝▛▚▗▞▖▘▝▝▛▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗ ▙ ▖▙ ▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▞▗▞▖▘ ▝▝▛▚▗▞ ▖▘▝▝▛▚▜▘ ▛▝▞▗▞▖▘▝▝▛ ▚▗▞▖▘▝ ▝▛▚▗▙ ▙▚
From high up, the factory-air rose and collected; thin, but you couldn't help but breathe it in, plasticine.
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▝▖▘▝▗ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖
▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▖▙ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▖▙ ▙▜▞▘
▝▗ ▙▜▚▗▙▖▙▚▙▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙
▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▛▜▛▟▗▜ ▙▜▞▘▗▙ ▙▚ ▙▚▝▖▘▝▗ ▙▜▞▘▛▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▞▘▗▙ ▙▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖▗ ▙▜▞▘▜▘▛▝▚ ▙▖▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙ ▜ ▘▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖▙▚ ▙▖ ▛▝▞▗▚▗▙ ▖
return to goodbye strangers