Like an episode of Blues Clues on a snow day.
Like vanilla Oreos.
Like skin before the sleep of thought.
Like Coney Island. Like City Island.
Like a world where you can only use MIDI presets.
Like a world where you can only hear MIDI presets.
Like this:
Synths imitating orchestra strings tiptoe on a very beautiful evening full of enchantment, as
Princes and princesses go by, everyone elegantly dressed, ready as the dance commences, the
Sugar cookies on silver platters awaiting in the parlor beyond.
A dance:
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