As I sit here, watching the remnants of the evening light fade away beyond the horizon, my mind is wide open. Nothing but empty air above me. And as my thoughts escape my mind, I watch them linger before they float up to the stars that look like glitter of the thread that makes up the silky sky and beyond. Sweetly sing the tree frogs and cicadas, filling my ears with their lovely songs. Smooth evening air fills my lungs and gently wraps around me like the snug sweater that knows me well. What sweet peace rests in my now like the finest chocolate melting in my mouth. Oh, how I love a late summer evening. 

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