Sometimes I peer out this window and watch the cars passing by and envy their freedom when in all reality the majority of them are inundated with the minutiae and mundanity that I so seek to replace. Their roughly manicured digits gripping cheap plastic much the same as I will in an hour or so. But their shade of grass is currently greener and is ever so. Because this present pasture is pock marked with crab grass rotten with weeds. The expression fails the test. Another cigarette break soon, this one of the 15 hour variety filled with broken sleep. A too short respite from the gradual degradation of my fervor and once indelible spirit. I want to live in a moment on a golden coast of sand with the sun perched 45 degrees from my movement, a cool breeze nipping at a pace that floats the auburn hair of my only companion. Smiles. Always, in perpetuity. A moment of movement as a permanent pane frozen. In our cove or dell......paragraph
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