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The walls hold the fluid memory pouring steady across generations.
A shared moment bubbling forward, contain brooks multiply as tributes to river flowing over the horizon.
The light that fills scrutinizing eyes used to be the same that held, that nudged, that refined.
The self pruning infinite.
The rivers often fragment into streams fade to dance unseen then recollect anew.
