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 the
stars in their steel-hard bellies.
Storing away memories, filling up an imagination's cookie
jar with them.
Delicately embroidered clouds fill the skies, echoing the
loneliness of days gone by.
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