May 21
the crack of dawn is a crude representation of a vision, a trance, a dream experienced one evening. the stars were twinkling just beyond my eyelashes and the clouds were moving quickly as if out of a time-lapsed film. the stars were melodious like a mothers voice calling softly through thin, angelically white, flowing curtains. absolutely transfixed, unable to tell if the moment was birth or death.
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