Black hole.
Night. I am at the garden I get out to the dark to get my dose my nightly dose of cosmic rays. I turn my head up to the sky to the infinity...
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A moment in time.
What is better to live a quiet life or to blink an eye to the infinite possibility the possibility that may carry you to the dream to the fantasy to the elan to...
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Recalling.
The ghost of memories is visiting me again. He brings cheese and wine and cigars to please me. That is just because he knows he is not always welcome. His conversation often is...
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January cold.
January cold eventually sunny days freezing empty moon light filled nights wind coming from a distant tundra carrying a faint smell of broken marine ice of buried resilient grass of dormant flowers that...
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