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future beyond me


he nights long, but freedom prevails. The scenery some times rain and fog, snow and wind, moonlight on the puddles of the gas station. The feeling of comfort night shifts brings.  Hours worked 9PM to 5AM and slept 5AM to 1PM when sleep was awoken as the sun is bright through my glassy windows, casting light in the feminine and pink room. The sheets soft to the body that lies next to another presents, the soft warm feeling of the arms cacconned around the body. As the day starts the happy wearer of sun dress and sun hat gets muddied, as the flowers bloom in their little world. The burning sun and the spring humid breeze makes the smile wide as their hands plant gardens of such delicate plants. The smile of the child as they play in the garden of family. And the soft ouji outfits of frail and bows decorate them. The soft eyes looking outward to the jumping frogs and running streams. The sun setting and casting shadows on the joyus family the crackling and jumping of fire roasting the meat of a pig as song and dance pass around the fire along with stories of ancestry. The night ending with warm arms on the couch with the olden games from the 2000s. This soul wishes for 18, and wishes finally for a soft and comforting family of three.

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