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we find silence in the first slender arc of gold. breathes held in it's steady ascent. the simple opulance of reflection shimmering through the atmosphere.

you said: it's because we're spinning so fast. and we don't even feel it.
some miracles are so large that we overlook them.

we sat for a long time on that ridge. painting dreams against the night sky. me scrawling at the dirt, trying to capture the outline of this moment so i wouldn't forget it.