Outside
It's all so peaceful.
The little fuzzy noise maker, singing away.
Quite a rhythmic tune, it sings.
The slow harsh wind fills my nostrils.
The pure, clean scent of washed up earth.
Up above, it is a dark gloom.
Picturesque. Oddly beautiful.
It's all so peaceful.
It's almost as if I could live again.
Rejoice, for a brief moment.
Once more.
Looking out into the cleansed up world..
I lose my breath, my dreams, my life.
Hopes and everything.
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