The wind is howling, the owl is tooting
The sky projects an eerily Inky black image with variable colour depths, intermingled with twinkling starlight. I draw in a stifled breath suddenly feeling overwhelmed by a sense of insignificance. For each bleak thought that had passed through my mind today, for every self loathing comment I made regarding myself, as I stare into the night sky, it spoke back.
We are at one with everything. We are everything.
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