The wind, some rain, a little nothing. The day was wasted with employment, lost now forever. The rain arrived - thunderous applause, torrents, and all of that, etc. I stood looking out at it, this modest forest, watching the leaves of the trees glimmering with the raindrops, a dance of greens and blues and light, so many millions of bits of information moving in seeming unison, a dance that television static does just to do, unchanging and dynamic all at once - endless in boundlessness. So many gusts inside the ghost.
If any of us were to be free.
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