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| Nowhere. Now.
The sky shimmering in glimpses of golden. Your eyes setting on the wet grass,
awaiting the inevitable arrival of gloomy awakenings.
White naked potentialities zipping about like fireflies.
You are filled with a frightening sense of hope, an unsettling warmth.
A stern gaze into the future you had given up on, now sitting across from you at the café, sarcastically laughing at your innocent attempt at growing old.
You are frozen, but alas, you reluctantly let in.
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