The light is Just right. It is coming in my window on to my keyboard, and I feel like I was just skiing because I was racing my bike down the Albuquerque hill to my home, and the wind was blowing in my face and I could feel my eyelashes blowing in it.
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I love the yellow light. I love more that you see it.
I love most that you show it to me.
But most of all, I love you.
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