(from yesterday)

Maybe the review of Stardust had infused my mind with magic.

More likely, the slant of the early morning sun.

Through the dunes to the Pacific, everything yellow glimmered gold, all the green glowed otherworldly.

The absence of wind a thing in itself: nothing felt as something.

That stillness – a breath held in hope.

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