When things start coming together and it seems the clouds are parting
Why do I fear that the breeze that carries me along gently now
Will turn into a storm, weighing me down, again, so heavily?
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A drink on a hilltop, and everything's changed in an afternoon. We laughed for hours, before turning serious. Slightly intoxicated by the wine, and even more so by a tickling sensation of someone who understands. Open minds are allowed, and seem to feed on the skyline on the horizon, and a girl on a tightrope laughs as she aims for the tree at the end of the line.
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