O Starlit Night

I loved this.

The feel of the cold winter, biting at your face. Determined to freeze you. The motion of time stuck in sludge, powerless against your progression. The sound of the bells in the open, enchantingly lighter than the air, causing nature to be jealous.

There was nothing better.

And, when I finally did allow time to record me, it was only to record these small deeds:

Wonder and amazement.

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