Close your eyes, make a wish. Bring back the scratching of quill on parchment,

The streaming of sunrise over my shoulder while I prod a book.

Quiet nights filled with guitar strums and humour,

Sunny evenings of sipping tea with my soul sister.

Maybe a fewer nights of staring into the lonely void,

And a couple more of whispers under the stars.

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