My America Comments

I see lights! Dimly Flickers that prance and dance atop cold, black, watery reflections. Hues on their own accord, bringing to life - brilliance. Alive, gargantuan! (H) humbly in submission, the meere scent of a country. Widening eyes bringing each to his own, in his manner, his bounty. A light, bright. A day to cast its counterpart by earth and boot. Even should I dare to discontinue? To turn the way around? Who but I? Then, but me, shall be left to flail and cease?
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