In the long evening, there were voices nearby from games such as I recall, and they summoned my thoughts to the worlds from which age has banished me, where the perfect half moon emerged in the deepening cobalt sky as lights came on in safe windows, and there was no need to return home just yet, or yet, or yet. Lingering to watch the stars emerge, listening to the echoes of our voices, breathing the cool evening in, the gathered night ours, it was as though no clock had yet been made, and time told only by the turning earth. I never know that feeling now, except for brief moments such as this, which tick away and vanish like the last glow of sunset, or the lives of old companions long unseen. We've all gone in, and the lights gone out, and ourselves embarked on dreams both duller and darker than we imagined on any timeless evening now lost.
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April Moods
In the long evening, there were voices nearby from games such as I recall, and they summoned my thoughts to the worlds from which age has banished me, where the perfect half moon emerged in the deepening cobalt sky as lights came on in safe windows, and there was no need to return home just yet, or yet, or yet. Lingering to watch the stars emerge, listening to the echoes of our voices, breathing the cool evening in, the gathered night ours, it was as though no clock had yet been made, and time told only by the turning earth. I never know that feeling now, except for brief moments such as this, which tick away and vanish like the last glow of sunset, or the lives of old companions long unseen. We've all gone in, and the lights gone out, and ourselves embarked on dreams both duller and darker than we imagined on any timeless evening now lost.
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