A Passing Thought Half written
a passing thought of beauty, as the sun crowns slowly departs into the west horizon with blazing pillars of light cirrus clouds on either side feathering out like angel wings as the moon traces behind like a puppy dog on a leash still, in a gorgeous sky-blue background a vision not often seen half written, in number two pencil in a spiral notebook with the red front cover closed forgotten. 10/5/2022
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