Parading

Alone, I did not move. Worlds changed around me.

Everything beautiful lay both forwards and backwards.
Everything beautiful lay both forwards and backwards.
Everything beautiful lay both forwards and backwards.
Everything translated into butterflies, which billowed
Everything translated into butterflies, which billowed
into a breath of tall summer. They blew out of the past —Hua Xi
into a breath of tall summer. They blew out of the past
—Hua Xi

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