April 22, 2018

The stars set fire to my eyes. Flashes of light steal the sky’s voice, they pioneer its silence. Coruscations of color burst off my retina and ricochet into the valley, rolling hills upon hills. Rabbits frolic through the tall, dewy grass. Their plush, downy tails bouncing with their swaggering gait. The rich, plum lake glimmers; the lilies and nymphaea stir splashes under the moonlight.

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