You should go back in time when we've had illusions of free filings.
When the threads closed leaving the bitter shade of the welded enclosure. It was clear then what we should expect.
Is this a fresh air that we breathing here?
This time I'm censored even for my acoustical beliefs.
I can't even naming anything if using strong characters.
Depressive stage and so limited field for us to exchange some deepened thoughts if friendship is growing between the lines.
Forgive my prose is not intended to a call. Typical silent to sowing seeds? Perhaps, if we've had the time to think how restricted is this platform, maybe is a wise counteraction for us.