Outcaste sunlight fades away the colors of the day. Stencils and pencils and photos turn gray. A breeze fights its way thru the branches of a tree that rules the paddock in which I lay. Surrounded by the notes, chords and crescendos that brought the world to its knee’s. The grass is wet with a rain that fights to make everything clean. A losing
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