24.12.2021
A Winter's Feeling: Memories of Poof Opp
The water moves in circles, gently, as if dancing upon seeing the bright late morning sun. The sky is fully clear, and painted with pale shades of blue and peachy yellow. I am a spectator of this moving image, an admirer its relaxing mood. I want in on it—to change softly, but surely, as time passes by, nourishing me once again with a feeling alike the first breath of clean morning air.
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