…small harvest…
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Mystical light. Metallic swirling magical, sparkling bright. Be it day, be it night. In some shape or form there’s always light. May be soft or flashing fright. Bringing hurt and pain, or vast delight.
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Eyes opened, as was the door. My baby left. I watched, I watched her go. Dying within. Taking my world. Leaving me curled up on the floor. Staring after her. Full of questions I didn’t need to ask. I knew the answers, of that I’m sure.
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….Ezra knows who runs this place….it’s not me…..
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Tail wiggling side to side. Looking at me with smiling eyes. She rears her head with a yawn so wide. My little friend, so full of pride. She calms me down, helps me see. My Ezra means the world to me.
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Countermeasures must be taken. In case of unknown enemies, even if mistaken. Familiar faces and strangers alike. Be diligent, take nothing for granted. Eyes wide open, no room for surprise.
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…sailing into the mystic….
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Riding high, rope against the sky. Spurs shining bright, in the noon sunlight. Harnessing the untamed stallion. Reining in the wild steer. Champions of days gone by. Past heroes of yours and mine…..
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she saw a chipmunk…oh my…
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Strolling leisurely, ignoring reality. Distracted musically. Soundtrack of life in my ear. Songs coming from everywhere. Birds singing, dogs barking. Listen closely, the factory whistle blowing. Beautiful music, naturally overflowing.
Escape Reality 