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The evening atmosphere was drowning in the fresh autumn air that follows a wet and rainy summer. Every practiced breath by every living person was a memory relived, when things were simple and people smiled easier. The lungs took center stage as every person that touched that air felt the silent drum beat spotlight of the moon highlight what was momentarily most alive in them. Isn't it just like to moon to pierce the bullshit and start the party?



Written at the end of November, this is another old post that never made it to the blog. Changed that.