Prose

Atmosphere.

written by: JJchristophe

Soft grass surrounds me on a peaceful day in June.
I open my eyes and look up to a contrast of light.
The stars flicker in a blanket of darkness that warms the soul.
Before me, the technology of a digital universe.
I imagine as my mind starts to wander.
I close my eyes and inhale the warm summer air.

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