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Perilins infinite Ocean

And you layed down on that clean-cut, unbelivebly green luxuriant grass.
It\'s cold straws forced it\'s way under you shirt, onto your skin.

You looked at the deep-blue infinite ocean of Stars and found yourself to be very small.

You looked at youself. You couldn\'t tell if you were any smaller.

You continued to watch the Flying Ocean. Suddenly your body took flight, and you spread your arms just like a bird. You sailed through the Orchid-tree tops, so close that the leaves barely touched you..


You dove down through the branches, and landed on your feet so gracefully, that it didn\'t even make a sound.

This is fantasy. My fantasy.
The fantasy you can visit if you want to, oh, how easily you can.
All you need is one of those purple unicorns.
You can have one anytime you want.




Visit me in My Perilin and lay on the Clean-cut luxuriant unbelivebly green grass beside me. Watch that infinite Ocean with me. Fly away with me over Orchid-tree tops.

Luna is ruling over my world.




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Publicerad 2008-03-11 22:57



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