TIMES/STEPS/FUTURE/TRADE the times I saw have long ago washed out of my eyes I took the steps set out there for anyone to use might as well be me where do they go? even though I can't see the future there's no reason to think he can't see me wind twists the branches and moves on spare and quick the small clouds shift too if I were to picture the future he would be holding out a handful of stones to bargain for and I would be asking what do I have on me to trade?
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