
I remember the sudden storm.
Strange lightning phenomenon.
A blazing field of maize,
the bitter smell of burning popcorn.
Giggling, gaggling faces, talking in Clown.
It sounds like laughter that’s going upside down.
In my head, a haunting thought: I’m one hundred thousand light-years from home.
TO BE CONTINUED
❤️🍞❤️
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