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`The sun descends over the skyscrapers, like a golden shine through your bedroom window, the city only past the trees at the end of the…
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The sky as epic as the cold, a scene looking almost cinematic as the trails of planes take me back to my day dreams from…
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A deceptively warm February day, the fifteenth, it had frozen through the year so far, the boiler only about managing to subdue the chill that…
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A quick slumber, divided by the sound of cars passing by, amplified by synthetic imagination of an almost blackness of vast hills and trees breezing…
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A night – transcending the past year, a reality, no one has experienced. You glance at your phone, nothing out of the ordinary whizzes past…
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The sensitivity, a night of celebration, the aching energy of your soul, it is so perfect. A day filled with rushing happiness, your breath on…
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The audacity of the time, an unfair sacrifice in the comfort of a prison, two weeks away with your family in the cramped mobile home.…
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The grate of the mind forces my awareness into an ache of tense nothingness, ever since you started working these long hours, I could not…
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The scent of the lavender lowers as the sun descendsover the horizon, the end of a country walk, the dayperfect in weather with the atmosphere…
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The slither of sun reflects from the car windscreen, making you blink as the sky becomes blue, the clouds of the morning finally clearing, the…
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