The sky is pink.
The earth casting it's shadow across the moon, way up high, blooming, billowing with glee.
It's funny ain't it, the things that make our insides spark.
It's a funny thing to be loved and to feel that love but not understand why it is there.
It's cushioning and safe.
You are surrounded.
You can dance your heart out under that pink cloudy sky;
Dance until you are out of breath and smiling.
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