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Feelings

The lonely Crepuscular Horizon, widowed by the once prosperous ball of fire in the sky, Shepherds a sense of respite upon me. Prepossessing evergreen and conifer own the land. Zephyr pucks it's lips and whistles faintly, calmly, peacefully past my ear. The lake impersonates the twilight, turning a beautiful hazel. I take a deep breath in through my nose, basking in the perspiring scent of pine. This Eden could evoke gaiety out of god, Though it only brings sadness from me. Such a beautiful scene would make Aphrodite perceive herself as repugnant, though to me, this is nothing out of the ordinary. I wish something could thrush an emotion upon me, though I simply do not feel. This beautiful setting is nothing but words on paper to me.