Musings

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Sometimes I find my thoughts dancing in the clouds.

It’s a kind of peace I enjoy, a kind of peace I could get used to. My thoughts — they’re like little fires waiting to be kindled, little matches waiting to be sparked. They’re unrestrained, budding, wild and free.

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