Some Thing Still Call to My Mind

A group of dust floating in the atmosphere. We have a circulation of touching to close to each other. Conversations and events that happen everyday are passing with a looking of things around like a memory recorder. I don’t know that she still remember something that happened in the moment of time. I'm just trying to feel it again and interpret all remaining into motion picture work to keep the information still revolve around forever.

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