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Resting calmly, on a bed of gliding green accupunture, a limitless blue surface invites you to listen to its ouverture. You wonder if there's more to the simple game, played in that far-away frame, more than a yellow ball surrounded by contenders white and grey. You keep staring at the clouds, pondering if they too are overrun with crowds. Losing yourself completely, in the miraculous spectacle never quite revealing its true way.
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Is this heaven?
Resting calmly, on a bed of gliding green accupunture, a limitless blue surface invites you to listen to its ouverture. You wonder if there's more to the simple game, played in that far-away frame, more than a yellow ball surrounded by contenders white and grey. You keep staring at the clouds, pondering if they too are overrun with crowds. Losing yourself completely, in the miraculous spectacle never quite revealing its true way.
©Laure Winkelmans
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26/Cisgender Female/Belgium
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
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