grey day, grey nightfall, restless breeze sounds like an astral body swathed in silk, slithering through eucalyptus. i feel old, i feel like jupiter, as if i were the one pummelled by comets, like i’ve had the wind knocked out of me and it is whispering in the trees, seeking the home it knew.

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