I am inconsistent. I will admit. I'm too lazy to count how many days I've missed, so I'll do a big poem.
Faded Old Blue
The faded old blue of my summer shorts
The wide sky stretching above me
Not a single cloud for miles
Yet I still make a hajj to the avenue of trees
That are more beautiful than any other trees in the world
The sun shines through their green leaves
Like stain glass
So beautiful
So peaceful
I could stay there forever
But life must go on.
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