From my thoughts snugged in the soft cushions of my velvet sofa the thin mist of February lingering through the coffee, a sip of it thrown on the sky in a call of the geese the long trail of the Sukhna becomes short, the clear edge like an unnerving paper boat floats on the clear clouds leaving few drops on my cheek, I whisper back my hello.
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