TEN ROUND PAPER LIGHTS DANGLE ON A STRING AROUND THE PATIO, ONE OF THEM NEVER STOPS FLICKERING. DESTINY I FEEL IN MY TOES, IN MY ANKLES AND SOCKS. EVERY TIME IT FLICKERS I REMEMBER THE BEAUTY OF THE STARS AT NIGHT, THE TASTE OF SUMMER PLUMS, AND THE FRESHNESS OF BREATH IN EVERY NEW ADVENTURE.
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