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We seek the stream. We ride the glow.

Cíl, který není

Yesterday peaks are gone in stone. Everyday lows now flow in snow.

An experimental adventurous lengthy poëm. Four pals, that is Stan, Frank, Rick and the narrator himself, tired of "worshiping The Distant Cloud"..

An introduction. (Please note that any texts published in this book are not final and may be edited.)

Dear old Stan--the mellow tripster--slides his thought. (Please note that any texts published in this book are not final and may be edited.)

Watching from afar like a distant falling star. (Please note that any texts published in this book are not final and may be edited.)

Let’s ride The Storm! (Please note that any texts published in this book are not final and may be edited.)

A distant call, shout out and fall. (Please note that any texts published in this book are not final and may be edited.)

... (Please note that any texts published in this book are not final and may be edited.)