The Border of Clarity and Reality

  
He sat in the sunshine enjoying the kids playing in the park and the shirtless men tanning themselves (even if the men were in Speedos). The music played in his head as an echo of the evening before. The scent of marijuana and cigarettes mixed with the memory of stale beer and sticky floors. A breeze rushed past, its coolness crisp from its long travels over oceans. He rode that breeze and lost himself among the borders of clarity and reality.

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