As much that I was sleepy I was wide awake...
the moon streams silver on my cheek...
a pale soothing touch...
the golden streaks of reddish sun shadowing it across the nose when I tipped my head...
staring lazily at the lingering clouds...disappearing to reveal studs of bright studs flickering in the unreachable high above...
where colours flourished in vast varying colours...
the gentle breeze, blew the awkwardly stiff stalks...
the pour of sloshing water tumbled across the creek...
where the still met the scrambling...
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