2004-01-13 - 12:05 a.m.

The dusk meets the azure clouds marbled against the surface of the quiet water. Gently rolling wind sweeps across the grass like a hand to the blades. I feel it breathing with me, almost as if this was my night, and it had only belonged to me. There is only but a small chill that pilars down my arms, but contentment soothes me.

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