In this small place, is infinite space.
The rain is soft-tapping the quietest night time melody alone in the woods where no ones listening and leaves are glistening a minor orange, reflecting light off of a nearby streetlight in the parking lot thats free from motion free from thought at 3:50am.
Its crystal clear when the now is near.
A man sits cross-legged on a...
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