Spinning lines of the tick and tock, the rhythm of the chain through the teeth ratchets to the beat of my heart, or my life to the beat of the clock. Schedules force themselves on every moment, the tick and tock that moves me. The wind blows through my hair. Looking around, where did the wind arise?
Wind's Tick and Tock
Wind's Tick and Tock
Wind's Tick and Tock
Spinning lines of the tick and tock, the rhythm of the chain through the teeth ratchets to the beat of my heart, or my life to the beat of the clock. Schedules force themselves on every moment, the tick and tock that moves me. The wind blows through my hair. Looking around, where did the wind arise?
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