Somewhere draped around the silence hangs a veily idea of closeness…
a slight glimmer of golden unity or perhaps some long lost dear idea.
I wish I could remember what the trees were whispering to me the other night.
Surely it held some answer that transcended me.
The air has just turned pale green…
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