Where our words lay to rest and from time to time, when time presents, a little bit more.
Process, form and shape.
We, only as words, never neglecting our existence nor essence, display our hands in past and present shapes.
Our branches, stretched beyond tearing, made to build bridges.
To deliver method and process.
The shape is there in thought.
The body is grinded and molded, endless iterations, finding the shape.
Neverending and everelearning the shape is not the same that lived in thought.
Lay out your mind.
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