Footsteps blind we run again, racing to find the finest greenery. We find ourselves diving beneath think black dirt as warmth is stolen by the rain dripping from your hair. A stalk will have to do, though fifteen feet and growing. Hold a remarkable moment, we finally see life reaching the sun, like a warning signal, calling with its yellow sharpness, out to the rest of the world. Families eat wonderfully. Dirt and bakery. Green wax dripping in tulip flames. Cool coloured triad braiding the summer's dance. We follow giant purple dragonflies on the backs of our marvelous turtles. We travel through the great oasis, never intending to end.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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