The warm weather of early spring must just be answer
in itself for my getting up this morning. Pursing my lips on an ice-cold glass of raspberry
green tea, scrubbing off my bull’s-eye, moving on with my life. I
turn my face towards the sun, letting it spill back over me, harnessing the calm, serene, blissful even, sentiments of the morning. Not withstanding any reason to disengage from this enchantment any time soon. I chose to just languish in the beauty of the calmness.........
Typing away, with unsure fingers, I begin to understand. I thrive in the silence; my pen sweaty in my palm, as blood pulsates faster, recovering to my calm.
Typing away, with unsure fingers, I begin to understand. I thrive in the silence; my pen sweaty in my palm, as blood pulsates faster, recovering to my calm.
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