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Fresh air invites, calling me out, offering sublime rewards, unfolding panorama's await. Will I push the nights sleep away. My trainers wait ready. The sounds of the day drift over me, but I turn away. From a ribbed sky layered…

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Drifting Sound

The night had arrived  bringing a gradual cooling. Slowly a mist was forming. The world was closing around me. The lights of humanity dimmed, then disappeared. Sounds faded as if being sucked into a void. Horizontal bands of varying greys…

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