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Euphoria

Rivers of winding winds, their saw edged currents chipping away at stone clouds. Crests of powdery floss slip over mountainous verges. Not knowing anything about the flexibility of granite cliffs or the secret waves of the spheres, I dip my face into a whitewater sky, jump out and in of its see-through skin.

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