C17 Quite as bright and when we look to the sky, its not mine, but I want it so

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Quite as bright and when we look to the sky, its not mine, but I want it so

The familiar smell of petrichor made me wince as I stepped out of the porch. I placed my hot coffee beside the threshold and positioned myself on the chair. The brewed coffee Gab sent me automatically calm my nerves as I opened my book. It was my 8th book since Christmas Break