Last night, the sky was bright like the sun and wondered if you saw it. I wanted to sit on the porch and just enjoy it, stay up all night and never go back in. The clouds became flakes of paint on the sky of the world and they slowly crackled down, as the ground was filled with broken trees, the night sky was still and magic. I could see energy floating through the air. I could hear the love laments of the cicada. Smoke curled my nose and I closed my eyes and fell asleep surrounded by the world.

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Words - S