Still, Silent, Surrounding..

It happens at the beginning, and it happens at the end.. It all looks the same if you don't know, which direction it's going into. Why does it matter so much to some people..and so little to others....

The music of the night resides in forms beyond mind. The run throughout the day remains as life upon crust concludes. That point of in between that binds is why it's all so bland, the meeting of two constants is what makes the beach so grand.

Held so still, silent must take in entirely, the surrounding perfection.

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