Now, girl, it's terrible, you know, I mean those spiders, they will come again, and weave such a web in your heart, in your mind, that you can't tell the difference between this shore and the other shore, reality and dream, ephemeral and eternal, and you will be involved in it, looking for the connection points between brains and weaving them. The biggest one is like building a house, laying the foundation, building the walls, and raising the beams. You consider the orientation of the windows and the arrangement of the tiles. You create such a net, and you sit in the center. However, you have no fresh celery leaves, no gentle wind and morning light. You can only sit there, sad and powerless.
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