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was four balloons in the sky , cut loose to fly, at the end of the auto dealers day, I was done with my building a shower awaiting my ride, outside. The four balloons took flight in a mostly blue sky, seemed to have a direction in mind. They were flying away from the eastern grey clouds into the more calming west, filled with fluffiness and calmer breezes, I called to them, lying on my back in the grass. Hey you, blue balloon, hey red one, okay yellow, do YOU hear me, the white one shimmered. Hey, don't forget me. Come take me with you, pretty things, so free and unencumbered by things down here, they seemed  gay, one after the other, separated by a few hundred  yards I felt burden free for a minute. I guess they inspired me.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
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was four balloons in the sky , cut loose to fly, at the end of the auto dealers day, I was done with my building a shower awaiting my ride, outside. The four balloons took flight in a mostly blue sky, seemed to have a direction in mind. They were flying away from the eastern grey clouds into the more calming west, filled with fluffiness and calmer breezes, I called to them, lying on my back in the grass. Hey you, blue balloon, hey red one, okay yellow, do YOU hear me, the white one shimmered. Hey, don't forget me. Come take me with you, pretty things, so free and unencumbered by things down here, they seemed  gay, one after the other, separated by a few hundred  yards I felt burden free for a minute. I guess they inspired me.
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Sep 2, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
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