Today's Jazz Hands are a large body of water, the sun dancing upon the ebb and flow of their rippled surface. Bound to the force of swift currents, tranquility may still be found within their constant influence. There is no freedom nor terms of sacrifice and confinement required unto us save for the canyons carved out by internal agonies like the curdling of poisoned blood. Chaste are we, the ones who are blind to the distorted reflections for the murky bottom beneath.
There is no escaping hindrance and restraint yet peace still roams through the context of control.
Day two-hundred and eighty-three complete.
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