a small plane blinking it's way across the dawn skies
echoes in a tunnel a train calling to itself across the houses with the red tiled roofs
almost all the night lights across the lake are extinguished now
the palm trees act as dark sentinels to the modern looking apartment blocks
all windows dark sitting on a still lake admiring itself in mirrored waters
at some point the water takes on a predawn sheen.
when the world is fully lit but the sun has not yet shown it's fire.
Moon Stones...
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