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I found a button on the ground, not mine, not useful, but I picked it up anyway. It’s still in my pocket days later.
Walking along the river, I watched reflections distort into shapes unrecognizable from their source. Perception works the same way—events bend in memory. Truth is not only what happened, but how it appeared when filtered through perspective. Reflection is always a translation, never a replica.
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