Stopping where I usually do while on a run today, I sat to look over the valley. Kind of surprising to see that the thick smog blanket that usually looms over the northern city was gone. The winds that flushed through the night must have swept it up, leaving a clear blue horizon. It was very serene, but far in the distance I could see the billowing smoke from the northern refineries, and the beauty suddenly felt empty and grossly temporary.
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I stop everything for a moment. With a glance back to time before I fully understand the progress I have been making. A recent storm has flushed through me and with it, the looming layer of darkness that resided within me was taken, giving leeway to let productivity and optimism ensue once more. The moment is tranquil, but I feel those thoughts seeping slowly in, knowing her shackles will soon bind me once more.
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This post was really intriguing to me for some reason. You know Dash, you really have a knack for this writing stuff, it really makes me relate to your life and even reflect on my own. But i loved how you applied the storm and the smog and the beauty to your own life. I loved this post
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