Windswept. Caught in currents of cascading colors, drifting lightly on soft hues of powder blue, gliding across the skyline past skeletal peaks of blackened bone...falling into sweet grasses, knuckles digging, panting, screams, floating back up into twilight mists and cobweb fog. Losing myself again. Not again. Drifting. Somersaulting over
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