Figuratively waltzing in my head as I imagine flying a Cessna into atmospheres no one else can find.
Looping loops, enticing clouds to do the same.
Fly 8-ing through skies of blue, chasing clouds from within this body of imagination.
Floating above the ocean, watching it wave to me with frosty white arms, billowing pillow-like waves of ebbing and flowing tides.
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