17.July.19


Hidden sun of the sky not yet free from clouds, please come out to play. Else, how will horses know to wake and get their provender of golden oats and hay?

Sporades of the nighttime hours are deftly dulled by hazy airs. But, you are goddess of this world and can shine through darkest dares.

Some believe zeroes are ideograms representing void and null, but optimists know they depict stretching suns, illuminating those spelled under woolen pull.

So, boody not if greys float by to up-mottle the canvas for which one had yearned; best gifts always start wrapped before they bright–a lesson life tends to need to constantly relearn. ; )

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