The Mist & River EP

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I was on the road one evening. It has been about 4 hours since I sat on the bus. I was waiting for something. I wasn't sure what it was or should be. Perhaps, for time to go past me rapidly. I needed to be somewhere. For a moment, I went through a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was a complete whiteout. Droplets of water flow through the window panes like a stream of river. Perhaps, that's what all of us are sometimes.

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Maya

April 2019