The birds sing in the sky as the sun speaks through its rays. The wind is fairly unwelcoming, and now weather is seen as a language in and of itself. Pain is shrieking in my foot as I journey to the places I long to be. Country plays on my pandora, and I can feel the melancholy today. First the bite of a rattlesnake finds me at agitations unbreakably locked door. I fight back tears that speak of the fatigue so much has provided me of late. I pray to find the laughter, as I sprinkle the fixings in my coffee. I am happy to have reached that pinnacle today. In the end, a seagull will win out and bring me peace as it sores overhead.
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