The park at dark, such a lark!

The wanderers heading to the land of foliage and sights of seeing, proud, majestic merriment to be had. Light up the torch songs, water hitting stone, crashing silence washes ancient dreams for rememberance. Add present picture show and charge the hearts of future finders of the words. All together, and treasure the oneness of nothingness of it. It is what it is, a gathering of the minds, the kinds that never wind up and downfall the time. Wake up, wake oh dreamers of dream drones, replicate out here on the edge of reality, but never forget the past present, and future yesteryear.

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