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Jan 11
"... sails swollen with the South Wind,
the prow dips beneath the sea of clouds,
borne aloft, carried northwards
into the cerulean haze
of Emptiness..."
I once dreamt that I was aboard a ship sailing through the sky. I can still feel the motion of the vessel rising into the air and sailing/floating forwards, high above the houses and streets below. :-D
Written by
Arianna  22/F/Texas
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