The day begins too early, but once your shoes are laced there’s no turning back: a sun appears, a warm wind, spring flowers in the forest glades; the arched eyebrows of conformed crowds around you fade away. The culture of your bones allows for endless coffee, for abandoning duties with the coming of spring, twilight lasts forever and you remember what it is to never want to sleep. He said something so true that you felt peace all the way to the soles of your feet. Grow accustomed to the lilt of the language, to the familiar lines of a supermarket. I can love this air to my very soul, and still smile when it is time to go.
It is a blessing to set roots
that remain.
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