plucking the roots of my stasis off the depth of my languor.
When it rained a few days, I realized that the sound of water is really the water flowing over the rocks. Or at least the sound that I heard had incorporated the sound of rocks, but not necessarily rocks themselves. But it is possible that one hears the sound of water without rocks at all. Perhaps, the sound of grass, roads, windows, or rooftops. But the sound of rocks resound like waterfalls, and I think that’s what it is, water falling over rocks.

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