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I strum my guitar, melodies drift through the midnight air as I let it out, let the emotions flood my skull and flow down to my fingers. I let them take me away, over the mountains and into the memories, sweet and fragrant, as I lust for the times of ease and beauty, simply beautiful.
Hands, persevering, in contact with each other. Fingers meshed into place, nails grazing, palms sweating. Black with white, brown with yellow, all the colors of the rainbow. Colors, connected, as one.