I am the blue of twilight.
The sound of deep drums.
The vibrancy of purple flowers as the sun goes down.
The calmness of a mountain lake before the winds come.
The cloudless sky.
I am blue: calm, cool, refreshing.
I drink blue deep into my lungs and smell its purity.
Little notes and observations.
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