Status Updates From To the Lighthouse

Slow and contemplative will probably pick this up again when i can read outside

Meanwhile the mystic, the visionary, walked the beach, stirred a puddle, looked at a stone, and asked themselves 'What am I?' 'What is this?' and suddenly an answer was wouchsafed them (what it was they could not say): so that they were warm in the frost and had comfort in the desert. But Mrs McNab continued to drink and gossip as before.

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Creo que es porque tengo el cerebro carcomido de ver reels pero me esta pareciendo un poquillo infumable