Here’s a treat.
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He stood at the highest hill above the city. The storm rages on a tree nearby as the rain wraps around his neck in a shiver of care.
Sometimes I sit and think of nothing in particular. I simply lay down on the bed or on the cold parquet floor and stare at the ceiling; deep into the ceiling. A ceiling of wonder and vast possibilities. It may be a window into some other realm; a realm you create. The thought keeps flowing but nothing in particular.