the sultry swaying of night air, soft focus lights with halos bending in the south wind of a coming winter, absentminded absent with one foot in front of another in front of another, the illusion of gaining ground or once in awhile the ground moving underneath, the process speaks volumes to the product at hand, a vain attempt at imparting wisdom or at the very least encouragement, pacification will have to do for the time being, a silencing of thoughts in order to develop dreams in order to start over, the past should be left in the story, but as the mercury falls and footsteps gently sog, the allure of "what did we do?" becomes enticing, this story is yet to be written....................
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