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Word Essay
Daze
Its the blinding warmth of an amber sun gingerly splitting its yolk above nostalgic
hilltops. Balmy light gushes through and grazes the Earth, tugging the horizon and daring to
seize the wide-eyed atmosphere. Goosebumps are gone now, because the snappy frost in every
breath has been thawed, now glossy and aglow. You can taste candied dew with every sip of air
sapped into your lungs. Feathery sunbeams fondle your cheeks, a compulsory yet tender rosy
flush of the silkiest searing. A choir of chirps trill and tweedle and peep, and all there
unquestionably is for you to do is go back to sleep. Your feet shuffle to and fro as your head
dangles; a rush of blood makes you flutter, more fickle and swimmy and giddy than you thought
At once it's two winks, now not one. Theyve been smuggled away, filched by a maggot
and debts. That jittery little voice is so fabulously handy with confrontation; all reflections and
doubts and burdens and assignments and mistakes and inhibitions and clumsiness downpour into
your immediate attention. The air has mutated and become liquid nitrogen, every frosty gulp
leaving the acidity of vinegar on your tongue and the aridness of cinders in your throat. The
glittering landscape ahead might as well have withered and decayed before your eyes, because
all your vision recognizes now is black and blurred. Your feet shuffle to and fro as your head
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dangles; a rush of blood makes you nauseous, more shaky and queasy and ruffled than you