Started with a gold earring and ended with a streak of dark cloud showing up the sun as it set itself down, low on the horizon.
The group of conversationalists laughed and quoted themselves to sleep.
Umbrellas taut as drum skins, concealed us from the gaze of the moon.
Time was hanging around like an uninvited, yet welcome, guest.
We are all gurus now. Oh wise one. Lift us up by our imagined harmonies!
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