A QUIET PLACE
I want to be at a quiet place!
I want to watch as the sun is engulfed by the nudity of dusk; I want to listen to the sound of nothingness just for fun, at a place where the clouds run as if to make love to mountains.
So when they say grab life by the horns, I would rewrite the idiom and grab it by the tusk; and when my time comes after old age warns, they will build statues for me in many forms with ink oozing in perpetuity from these fountains.
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