I can’t sense warm. But I understand cold. My heart can’t beat. But I move smoothly. I can see red. I can’t see this meaning. No . I have understood all. My mouth utters. “My professor…”
It’s unknown lighthouse. A lighthouse keeper spends seeing the edge. The edge is such as border of lying and absence. Between sea and sky. Between the air and void. Star, debris, back and forth in moo
Hello CQ. Hello CQ. Hello CQ! —Three. Green signal is flashing. Red lamp is lighting. Hello CQ. Hello CQ. Hello CQ! —Two. Noise never alive. Voice is never listened. Hello CQ. Hello CQ. …Hello, CQ!
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