The roar of a (gigantic) wheel as it turns uncontrollably. I vaguely recall it in a warm snow cave. A boom like a chorus of thousands of cicadas heard under the sun. The old world is dying and the new struggles to be born

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🎂 Nineteen eighty-five

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Cake day: August 26th, 2022

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