Roaming wild among the trees, the gypsies are recovering from the sound. Then a crash is heard and the eyes stare towards the origin of that disturbance. This night hails the call of Brandenburg and all surroundings dim. A moonlit safari into the mystery of strange colors momentarily blinds the mind from the world. The curtain of night has dropped and consumed the land, so forget the suns creation and what that creation brings. Like a shotgun aimed at the imagination, the stars begin to scatter through space, out of reach and still unknown. Yet they have an impact similar to an elephants step.
Parallel voices search between the forest as fallen leaves lay forth a path. Canals of light curve through the trees to find a gathering of nocturnal spirits. Eyes, silent and hungry like a wolves, stare with a vision of clarity that reveal a puzzling trick. A philosophical breeze is felt that slips up the skin and settles on the face. Anger and calmness are experienced together. A map of the waiting world can be seen on the sky, with the colosseum and those waters of Venice echoing back in a way that is similar to ripples on an Arctic lake.
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