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Formulated with intention
A map of laughter by the eyes, where every tender secret lies.
A canvas painted by the sun, with stories of the miles we've run.
Through every season, soft and deep, it holds the memories we keep.
A velvet quilt of dusk and dawn, the glowing stage we walk upon.
-Alexander
Observation becomes composition.
What do you return to each day?
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