whatever you wish it to be and/or become, it will. You can feel it unfolding. Like tasting a favorite sauce after taking-in its delicious smell. Like seeing words coalesce on the page into meaning that surprises, that delights. The fresh dance of what is and what will become.
As if the echo from the nearby hills could elicit new emotions, she sat by the window in the afternoon, composing from memories, recollecting in the heat.
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