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We sleep Beneath the tree boughs; Beckoning brights, dancing between branches. We rest Underneath a canopy of suspended glitter; A quilt of infinite fabric Woven from inter-netted eternities. A noiseless face Bathed with interstellar dust Across her freckled constellations. A perfect cosmic cadence Dissolving into dawn.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Beckoning Brights ✶
We sleep Beneath the tree boughs; Beckoning brights, dancing between branches. We rest Underneath a canopy of suspended glitter; A quilt of infinite fabric Woven from inter-netted eternities. A noiseless face Bathed with interstellar dust Across her freckled constellations. A perfect cosmic cadence Dissolving into dawn.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
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