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A Wood Floor Room


 

Cross-legged in the center of the room running your fingers over the cracks in the floorboards,

you stare at the vibrant blue sky speckled with joyous puffy clouds.

And your eyes relax.

 

The sun filters through the glass windows and illuminates portions of the wood floor.

You become less tense as the breeze quietly envelopes your body.

The commotion no longer exists.

 

Your brain clears as you sit enjoying the serenity 

and peace in this empty room.

 

As the sun moves between the clouds closer to the earth;

you stare into the summery fire of colors.

 

And the troubles of before are forgotten

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