Let's find
a spot where
the sun
pokes holes in the canopy
as the
breeze whispers through.
a soft
shade deepening with
the suns
quiet passing.
An easy
communion with life.
Liminal
and lost. Our faces flush
with the
the wine of laughter.
Hearts
breathing freely the sweet
air of
fellowship. Our lives at
this
moment the only existence
.
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