Owl.
Blown out birthday candles begin methodical rhythm venturing decades through the narrated actuality - reminiscence. Marionette of deja vu hazes the recollection, repeating the vicarious visions of a being surmised in a paranormal life. Provisional soul captured gesticulated through a kaleidoscope of signalling motions of suspended glimmering diamond bodies - they return.
I love you all.
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