In a room with closed windows and no air conditioner on-I am perfectly cooled by the fan overhead. No one home, quiet outside-I am at rest on the bed, looking up at a cracked yet solid white ceiling-feeling my still back, my body flat and stretched-street sounds, a car driving past, the steady hum of the fan going round-peace and me and nothing more.
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'...peace and me' and we few others viewing with kindly eyes that ceiling and hearing with attentive ears your city's heartbeats through the senses you embody. Thank you.
Guy-what a lovely and, as always, appreciated comment.
Thank you,
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