Fly 8-ing through skies of blue, chasing clouds from within this body of imagination.
Floating above the ocean, watching it wave to me with frosty white arms, billowing pillow-like waves of ebbing and flowing tides.
Wiping tears of joy, overflowing from my soul as I continue to fly, hitting the sun and moon of my imagination with clouds pushing by.

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