Debussy, Arabesque
A massive indigo sky seemed to be reaching for me with brilliant stars and a moon gleaming across the diamond field of snow. A subtle Debussy piece outplaced the normal whipping of the wind. Besides me a man I call darling with meaning and love - whom ever that may be. And only I know everything is just a short term illusion and will not pick up once more until I replay the song.
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