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Unearthly
Your favourite shades are repainted against the skies again, my dear. It’s illusory, really. Then again, space has always been your thing. Isn’t it intriguing how the universe, like a master painter, always seems to arrange itself in hues that mirror our dreamy lifestyle? Did you notice that even the sun is unbelievably giddy whenever…
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Mundane
I know you’re looking into the grayscale clouds of our past again, where our memories are tinged with both joy and sorrow. That tear-stained misery illuminates your face as reality bleeds through your water-coloured delusions. I can almost hear your laughter at the memory of my erratic space talk, those whimsical conversations we used to…
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Flower Shop
There used to be a flower shop at the end of my street. It was a wonderful shop, glowing in love and dewed in beauty—bricks engraved with time, precious in antique but still youthful in attraction. Every Friday, once the sun had giggled itself to sleep and the stars had danced along the deep blue,…
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The Dock
The sunbeams danced off the tree trunks, creating crisp patterns of golden-yellow stripes across the grass. From the edge of the tree skirts, glistening, Tranquil paths of deep blue water trace down the grassland and flood into the waterfall at the end. You can hear the rush of water as it descends on an…