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traveling through a large plane an opalescent sky wide, encompassing embrace soft lavender-gray clouds float on a string hovering like distant islands of heaven a land promised tender gradient pink to gray mile-long notations drift isolated in blue and soft gold in shifting rays your voice is holding me aloft burnished and blending drawing me filling my movement rounding my heart the rising moon the sweet aching fullness the deepening twinkling colored night is to you I'm drawn

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