Welcome to fresh air. A thought like feathers ruffles in the breeze of a glowing morning. The new light. Inspiration pours through the soul and the mind can only gasp and gulp to sip in hungrily the balmy taste of the undiscovered. Eyes set. Inward. Outward. The self balances precariously between the tangible, metaphysical. The unknown. And thrilled by the graze of the curious morning zephyr.
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