There is just as much.

Beauty Inside.

As there is.

Beauty Outside.

Synapses Firing.

Like Lightning on The Horizon.

Blood Flowing.

Like a Gentle Mountain Stream.

Soft Breathing.

Like a Warm Summer Breeze.

And maybe there is no.


And no.


But just.


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