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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Squirrels darting, dead of night. Vivid velvet curtains of mist indistinguishable from city fog adorned, a courageous jogger, Addison. Marsh light mirage appeared to beckon to canvass of the mind “I’ll find myself deep within one day or precisely one night.” Addison, was a jogger who could be imagined by the most colourful imaginations. A person who ran, jogged, sprinted with crystalline clear visions. “Ironic, I must connect somehow in every environment.” Her slim svelte surging figure aptly attired for a wetland plagued by a city scape of habitats. Just on the fringe of a sizeable town entering a 2025 empowerment. Yet she seemed ostracized for whatever reason quaintly excluded. “My issue seems that I have been evaluating all around me.” Addison tribe, circles, connects were many. Yet the dimensions of personal constellation etc would taunt a canvass painter. Her sister, an accomplished painter appeared to be intimidated by her feisty sister’s midnight trekking or solo runs. A ballooning complexity didn’t interfere with her job as a new age clairvoyant. Allied to her other aura surrounding healing skills. “But here I am channeling for everyone bar myself.” This angel glow mystery of a runner Her images reflect in mud spume pools. The micro burn of fireflies, the crickets clucking incessantly. Sinister birds perched on trees a watch tower. “One thing can’t does is paint Leave that to my twin sister.” Addison did a swerve, a torsion but fortunately avoided any injury or strain “Goodness, a black eagle winked at me.” Addison to her said. A ghostly gothic gust of wind with a shrill high pitch appears. Like background music A grey splattered sweat from Addison’s brow was wiped by her as continuum. It was so therapeutic for Addison this weekly fly by night. Damp, sprays, squelching, soggy patches prevailed. “I can have it both ways. I seem at home here.” Addison wondering aloud. What exactly were the somersaults in her mind? The ecosystem seemed like an imprint. Yet I dream of this incongruous dash.”
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