That is what I see before me. A great river of glittering silence, an endless see of swimming silver fishes that dance in and out of my hands.
The velvet of the cloudy nocturne fills me with glorious chills. I want to hold them all, the beautiful things that shimmer in the dark. This is my kind of night, a night of desirable objects.
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