Love is always in the air! When it somehow touches you limping, you feel you are on top of a hill breathing the freshest mass of air. Airborne Imagination kisses you. It gives you fairy white wings. You travel with wind. And yet again, if you feel you need same mint air, when you are really atop a mountain- you're suffocating in love. You become the sheep shaped cloud which doesn’t cause rain. You dissolve into air.
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