As light glistens through the pale lense of the bottle
I am reminded of the sun
Of it's warmth
Of it's kiss
And so I pour myself another glass
It may be the only time I see it
Better to consume it
And let it glaze over me
Drift off into safe reverie
I awoke to the sounds of dead silence. There was nothing, not a hum from nearby electronics, not a gracing of a slight breeze. No tentativ...
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