03-22-2019, 09:37 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
No use in wasting perfectly good weather and a clear sky. As day turned to night and the stars came out to play, a small feline set up on the Typhoon's sandy shores. Some blankets, a few pillows. He even found a telescope, but he was much too small to see out of it in his current shape. Not a problem in the faerie's mind.
Instead, the rather tiny feline settled on a blanket atop the sand, head turned to the sky. He settled for the quiet breaths, the soft rhythm of the waves and the familiar, distant constellations. When the clouds ran away, the night became like a canvas; a field of faraway, dancing fireflies. Sparks uncatchable but just as entrancing.
No use in wasting perfectly good weather and a clear sky. As day turned to night and the stars came out to play, a small feline set up on the Typhoon's sandy shores. Some blankets, a few pillows. He even found a telescope, but he was much too small to see out of it in his current shape. Not a problem in the faerie's mind.
Instead, the rather tiny feline settled on a blanket atop the sand, head turned to the sky. He settled for the quiet breaths, the soft rhythm of the waves and the familiar, distant constellations. When the clouds ran away, the night became like a canvas; a field of faraway, dancing fireflies. Sparks uncatchable but just as entrancing.
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