I've never left from here, the imprint of myself on the electronic ground. Wet Earth, soft, and deep grooved foot print on the sand. I'm around. I'm in a place that breathes of life, where sun is ever plenty, and the land is flowing of milk and honey. It's pleasant and full of life, walking passersby simply living their lives
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