Slowly walking down midnight memories, letting them saturate
my being, feeling nostalgic, watching them spread across
acres of intellect.
Illuminating life long ago, seeing now, details that were
missed back then, showing different aspects of what could
have been done through the years.
Living lonely pilgrimages down star-filled moonlight, path-
ways being generated and created in tunnels of light, ab-
sorbing the beauty of spirits through the night in India.
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