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the sun rolls and burns an indelible mark across the sky whose depth lies in time and happenings

they become a permanent stain a visceral indigo blue engraved like a tattoo the mundane times experiences are like henna temporal transient moments washing away with the daily residue fading into deja vu...milestones are long days hot like an Arizona dessert summer in August where horizons are hazy with giant mountains and canyons clothed in brownish red earth reaching for the turquiose sky...emerald green cacti and purple prickly pear thorns, terracotta pottery fragments of colors electric twitching eyes like a three-d movie mirages like dessert cravings for water no where near...memories burned in like a brand in skin sharp and arresting leaving a permanent mark of milestones minutias mundane one in the same experiences remain indelible stains

that inhance our character

within the four-d

reality