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Chapter 4 - Purify
Everything dries as I continue to wale in pain. Crickets laugh at me cause apparently I'm the owner of all the pain in the world. There was something peaceful about the way they laughed, it created a sonic wave.
It was night and there were holes dug into the ground like graves where insects hibernate the glory of the storm.
I followed them and gave up in silence.
The feeling of locking my body earlier left a contrasting relief as mud turned cooled into clay. Silence has found a new home.
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