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Apr 2014
The presence was a small tingle across your skin, a twitch at your fingertips, as you passed through the vast green meadow, you felt it's pull.

The long blades of grass lick at your skin to greet you, tickling your palms as you run your hand across them, they whispered to each other with the wind. You close your eyes looking upwards, the slight chill breeze passes over you like cool water, but you are not cold, as you feel the embrace of the evening sun setting behind you.

You feel it now more than ever, as the warmth ripples up your spinal cord and spikes throughout every fiber of your body. Your eyes open, as you peer searchingly into the sky above.

A nebula of with shades of magenta, aqua, jade and rose catches your gaze. Stars glisten, littered in various parts of the heavens above you, of white and blue. The Colors of the celestial heavens above leaves you in awe. The sun sleeps behind you, but you do not require its light.

The astral light from above guides you on a seraphic path across the vast green meadows...
Bo S
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Bo S  Europe
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