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i said something to you the other day, that day that`s already gone. and then you said something to me so i could remember what i said to you before. stones and stories, stones and laughs, and stones and looks. i never remember what i said before the present day. i usually don`t think about what i say when i`m talking... sometimes i just remember the things i do. always the same, i know what it is... i just don`t know where to look for. a vision of white becoming black and black and black...and then nothing else. a vision of the whole feeling, the warm fellowship taking care... i suddenly understand that everyone`s around except me. so maybe i should just think about moving and unblock the space, start moving around consciously and paint a new scenario. stones... three stones, you know what i mean.