Floating on a plush cream pad, slinking through layers of atmosphere. Rising, hang gliding over crests of ice flakes. Light beams break through crust to a heated magma core. Like oreo filling, but oceans of it. Sun spots hover overhead, circling like clandestine vultures. Wind chimes in a mountain tunnel tickle one another. Radio waves skip phrases mid-length as tides shift. Rainsticks stacked to make a raft. Continental drifting…
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