We are in a new time now, anticlimactic in a sense. What a boring thing perhaps. Watching the traps close in to a final end. We will never know as much as he does. The apple is gone away in the apple cart, hidden somewhere. The trees fill up with them, and clouds cover them. Its like winter, but nobody knows much anymore, and outside someone is crying. Of what? A wild animal wrapped in yellow? And what wild show full of bodies flying around? Then ends now?

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