A habit of mind.
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. . . . .
Step away outside.
Be an ember in that light.
Feel it.
Painted of a lemon's zest.
Unweave a thread of it.
Independent of what is temporary.
A strange quiet.
A contemplative tempo.
A slit of time.
. . . . .
Opposite you, a mode of interpretation.
A motion of repose. A mouthful of air. A habit of mind.
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