A long, lazy day draws to a close. You sit near the window and wonder at the stars. How the people of the past came up with the constellations you do not know but you are more than happy to try and find animal shapes in the star studded sky. You absentmindedly pet the purring cat that is snuggled into the soft contour of your delightfully full tummy and yawn a deep yawn. As you sink into your soft armchair, you know you will dream of the shapes you saw in the sky.
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Eunoia
RandomI will do my best to document the small place in my mind that knows that every thing in life can be outstandingly perfect.
