we were all sitting, quietly, chirping, whispering nothings about older days when the sun rose earlier and set later; set in a maze of golden corn stalks, reaching to the stars, blooming in sunflower hayfields, singing in the midnight dawn, the billowing blanket clouds, tossing sea tides, candles burning brightly in our smiles under the stars,
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