Peace on the Parkway

Writing in blocks of letters, characters in unison, steadily inked across the pages, on lines paralleled and refined. What a time to be on the grind, grinding away for the ever-green day. Momentarily, I listen to the sounds of the ether. High as the stone thrown upwards, on gravity‚Äôs day off. Stoned in space, spatial …

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