It is approaching Seven and that's when the golden hour finishes its shine. A little part of me goes nuts when I see sunshine glowing with some intensity. I turned left and saw the high leaves full of sun and had to snap a picture. What is up with that. Smell doesn't make me compulsive like that. Neither does touch, not even the touch of water warmed by lava. I have had the idea of living on water and hardboiled eggs and pursuing nothing but sunshine with careless focus on sunshine only. Call it a vision quest.
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