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Outdoor Nightstand
A gaze swimming through the cold of the October night.
Focus to the senses holding a cup sipping just right.
Flames burn high into a sharing sky as dreams scan through to what’s bright.
Fighting with oneself whether to get a refill of this drink or temporarily abandon such a gorgeous site.
Focus to the senses holding a cup sipping just right.
Flames burn high into a sharing sky as dreams scan through to what’s bright.
Fighting with oneself whether to get a refill of this drink or temporarily abandon such a gorgeous site.
Published 3rd Oct 2019
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