A black full moon at sundown. No. Can't be.
A skyline formed by the roofline of a three storeyed
building's roof. A bird. Duck or dove, not sure.
To be true it is a lost balloon over the Hague City
working a nipt escape towards the beach.
Lines, ficticious or real, crossing or intersecting, straight or curved, infinite or ending, wherever they lead or get lost.
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