The sounds: clicking, calling, calming
The light blue, fading
Up up there are tiny holes through which see it coming through
Running running running stopping turning connecting to my eyes. And then around again.
Breathe deeply the night
Keep deeply this night
Look fondly
Hold hugging
These arms carrying everything in them. They must be good enough, must work harder.
Glee following and coming.
He's slowing, stopping, dragging, begging, resting. Giving it all to me.
Rest now.
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