its 4.55 p.m., sun and moon seems to articulate in an orderly manner. Inaudible words penetrating through air, searching for another seems-to-be miracle. Yet, we are all standing on miracles, creations, which is kind-of anonymous to most of us. This land, created for purpose, these men, created for mission, our God brings all things together into one sheet, malleable and too miraculous to be true.
Sun, shine as long vibrant as you could.
Moon, be as cool as you could.
For time does not long. There is downfall here. My very 'here'.
Sunday, all living things seem to last for a very long period to day. Green is green to its fullest. Crowded place, I did not inspect.
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