The end of the world

A nomadic point of view…
is that what I seek of you. A life so clandestine that all that is between you and the heavens are the stars. They shine like the shimmering eyes of an elephant, a tiger, or perhaps an orca whale. They say the eyes are the door to your souls, a threshold to the heavens. So if I look at your eyes will I be in your heaven.

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