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And it's life,
the unknown.
The universe is silent,
there's only one voice,
hers.
And it's a marriage in the sky.
Dance, twirl.
It's new and impossible.
Now you are that tree
with branches reaching out to a sky
of millions of different colors.
And it can't stop you anymore.
If you could turn yourself into a fantastic creature, which one would it be?
We sail in the eternity, but every moment is precious, unique, unrepeatable. And it's yours.
Good morning: D