A Perfect Day
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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The sun rises without hurry,
spilling gold across quiet streets.
A breeze hums through open windows,
carrying laughter,
the scent of something sweet.
Footsteps move without purpose,
soft against the earth,
as time forgets to chase.
No need for more, no wish for less,
just this moment,
whole and unwritten,
held like a whisper between breaths.
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