Night time

Tonight I went to a river.

Maybe it wasn’t so much a river as a stream. the wine seemed to intervene

Into the darkness I walked, it bled out the imperfections

But maybe a stream is more calming than a river. Maybe wine can sharpen ones senses. Maybe the darkness allowed me to be one with the imperfections.

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