My body is floating, like a weightless mass. Slow motion perhaps. I see things... actually see things, things that I see every day but don’t notice? The wind blows like an invisible cloak of feeling catching oak leaves and take them on an unknown journey threw a square and wiggly world. How did I not see the beauty of this world before, maybe I just forgot to look. Forgot to, be.
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