The one about the girl whose art lived on the peripheral of my philosophy which seemed encompassing prior to our encounter.

How can
the vastness;
that which has lingered
in darkness, wake to a Saturday
morning light. One so
bright and colourful.

Write for me.
Again.
Please.

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