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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Someday Sometime

The rush of chill winds. The soft timbre of sounds. The darkness that flows. The stars and the moon misalignments. And gaze upwards into the depths. It feels like the sky is moving. The curvature of the earth beneath you. And the elation that moves through the seams of your body. There is no thought. There is no worries. There is just the feeling of now and the feeling of forever being in your hands. Letting the time sweeping through your thoughts if only for a moment. And then.....

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