There was something luminous about her, she was mysterious, peaceful, and seemed happiest at night in a crowd.

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There was something luminous about her, she was mysterious, peaceful, and seemed happiest at night in a crowd.
I'm daydreaming at the sky, I regain my balance in the passing landscape. I feel the quiet. There is no chaos. There is no crowd.
Do not sit instead, run madly in a crowd of busy people. It is so easy to drift and rush, or rather, flail in aimless routine.