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These were colored fibers, pulsing tendons. Animated hue strands, ambiance alive and shimmering. Some shifted saturation, like tiny teardrop quartets signaling a chameleon of effects. So much going and yet incredibly silent. I crossed grateful admiration and let it play. It seemed easy enough. Unblemished evening coupled with true pleasures. Something solid about it all, even with those ragged trees protesting with equally grotesque limbs, demanding to be clothed in chlorophyll once again. I felt simplicity and gratitude, all of this combined against a ghostly pale (Emo) horizon. This too without java accompanying my bones.
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