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The air is luminous, the pines fullof poems and evening gentle presence piled with gold clouds. Full moon’s lofty face is swept with fluttering wings and enigmatic depths of a mysteious smile. A mirage of change, choked by gentle mist – the joy of wandering across a wild sky as dark bounds forth softly. Summer evenings beginning inch by inch, their long-eyed beauty chafes the heart with the sudden laughter of light. Here is radience that does not withhold itself but pours abundance without selection – no flinching disguise – only the gold-blue glow wanting nothing but the happiness of being.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
Full Moon
The air is luminous, the pines fullof poems and evening gentle presence piled with gold clouds. Full moon’s lofty face is swept with fluttering wings and enigmatic depths of a mysteious smile. A mirage of change, choked by gentle mist – the joy of wandering across a wild sky as dark bounds forth softly. Summer evenings beginning inch by inch, their long-eyed beauty chafes the heart with the sudden laughter of light. Here is radience that does not withhold itself but pours abundance without selection – no flinching disguise – only the gold-blue glow wanting nothing but the happiness of being.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
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