Hours spent lying on my back, staring at the sky. The opening between the trees in my backyard is perfect. As is the hammock underneath. In the morning hours, I warm to the day, as the sun dances over my face. At night my fried Orion comes out to visit directly overhead. They say Orion was a hunter who could kill every beast in the world. I just pretend he's slaying my demons and keeping me safe. This is the view that keeps me sane.
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