after what seemed many many years. One of the most uncanny things about visiting old haunts is how your spatial memory at times struggles to place both things that are similar yet different.
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Lucid Sight
The world through my eyes.
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Learning under the Lamp
For the glory of Ahloe
Joey sighed a bright luminescent pheromone of satisfaction as he had just dug through a path thought inconceivable by his red fire ant fore-bearers.
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Scarlet Hat
Slow summer evening infused with petrichor,
I sit dreaming into the neon lights past the glass door..
The Lucid Monk 