The kind where your whole body goes into a rush, and you imagine the seratonergic urge of something absolutely magical happening, like the climax of a good song, a person who is meaningful walking into the room suddenly with flowers, a gift to witness the aligned jam session you have with life, aligned indeed. And your eyes are on fire, and you allow yourself to go limp before the world, a few sips of wine in..... for every movement you make will change your world as you pass through this city.... Every movement holds millions of secrets.
25 Jan
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