A Ray Bradbury Kind of Morning

When the air is just right. When it feels like you are walking through a warm blanket of nothing. It's like swimming, when the water is just the same temperature as the air and your skin. It's like floating- you almost believe you can breathe. This morning the dust stirred by the warm, slow breeze gave it that lonely alien aspect. The sweet surreal of a Ray Bradbury morning.
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-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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