Insects crawling across the ground, water falling unbidden
from a fountain.
Wind blowing gently, branches of trees, planes with bright
lights, flying overhead, hiding away stars in their steel-
hard bellies.
Storing away memories of stars, filling up an imagination's
cookie jars.
Delicately embroidered clouds fill the skies, echoing the
loneliness of days gone by.
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