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i could stay here a while . .

 each time i begin to understand the slightest thought , i start all over somewhere new . . . . -a market . . the ground beneath my feet cobbled and warm , the scent of fresh fruit and different spices - there's people here - i keep trying to focus , the faces are melting into abstract . . broken sentences i can't grasp . . . i never liked them anyway . . . . maybe i can explore this place