You have an extra glow tonight. As I sit here in the stillness, the train whistle blows followed by the rhythm of steel wheels vibrating low. Through the darkness windowpanes alight with an orange glow like a fairy tale's photos of a soft warm home. Across the way, a blue orb glows above more windows with eyes and a nose.
The atmosphere is clear. I see the stars through this air. My wooden chair sits on this earth with me atop—my throne. I am but one soul touching you beneath and above—breathing in your glory, feeling your love.
The warmth has brought a tiny bug, a creature of the night—flying round and round out from your dark side. It dances with my pen, landing on the white.
For now, I bid you good night.
Love,
Cleo
From Cleo Bell
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