wind among the trees. endless patterns of air that play with rustling leaves. clouds passing by, making a sweet imperceptible sound of infinite skies and celestial spheres. i stand up, walk out the door, get lost among perceptions and sensations. i close my eyes, and the universe breathes in. a deep, warm sound. like blood flowing and life moving along imaginary paths.
francesca
nocturna@broken.org
http://nocturna.net
italia
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