here we have variety

smeared with the gold of the opulent sun

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< h r >
not doubting that the other word is there


< b r >
< b r >


I found coffee there. Not great coffee, but coffee. And we sat for a while as a group and remembered the day. Its comings and goings. Coming like waves, kissing the sand with laughter











And then the dark encroachment of that old catastrophe came like a cough of cold air. It wasn't rude, it just reminded us that the bliss of the group laughing was not the eternity of things. We were silent for a moment. We looked outwards and saw the world beyond our formation. A car passed. The trees rocked indifferently. The blue of the sky smiled knowlingly. Our world met the world and we knew we had to sit still for a moment in humility.