I gazed out onto the ocean and longward at the horizon as the sun began to kiss the sea. The fog had started to set, and gray clouds filled with mist became a purplish hue as they moved closer and closer to the orange sun. Out amongst the flat sparkling sea, rays of light reflected themselves through cracks in the intense fog. In those rays of light, in those spots amongst the sea, that is where I live; whether it be in this soul or the next—my mind, my heart, and my soul have always been in those scarce and rare diamonds on a foggy day, where sun touches Earth so gently only a whisper can be heard.
A willow tree.
A hummingbird.
A Bird of Paradise.
Turquoise.
I don’t know how to listen to the stars anymore.
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