Catapulted forward with little licks of electricity. Not exactly floaty. Exactly cloudy. A little murky. Half-mast because there’s not enough rope left. Directions of the wind wandering, lost. A quest in infinite depths. Reflections HD. A surface so calm and crystal clear the view to the bottom is miles, yet exactly there. Everything swimming in harmony. Crusade of complete freedom.
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