There is fresh air, a nice breeze in one step from being invasive.
Above the sky is dark and the moon seems very high.
The wind moves the clouds, but the moon is always visible, forming around it a rainbow of light. From
below are tiny.
Every day that passes, I feel that is very much alive.
Agile and lucid thoughts from light.
Enough to afford the luxury of taking as true the trifles of this world.
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