What I see is my elderly shadow filled with memories and the things yet to come. I like to move and swing my arms to navigate from compartments of realities and possibilities. The rhythm brings to life the past and present mornings like the smell of fresh coffee in my mind to unite all the compartments a constant. Depending on the sun or moon my vision is sharp but at night the mood compartment is less obvious and causes me to ponder my role and place in the world. | CS
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