keep working for the thing you love. it is, in the end, all you can do.
a field of corn, an ocean of corn. yellow light drowns the eyes. tassels shift in murmurs. your father standing in the field, in this sea of gold-tressed whispers. he lips soft incantations. retain what you choose of him. the night falls swiftly. the night falls swiftly
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