Summer night. With three typhoons approaching simultaneously. Sleeping on the floor together with N, F, S. Me & NFS. A network system, binding us all here together. This is blood. And this is bliss, watching each of them has their own sleep. Sound and sweet. Yet altogether different. Yet all here together. In this night when typhoons are approaching, when the floor warms by blood.
Tomorrow going to have the fish tank water refreshed and refilled. Too noisy the pumped water is.
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