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From the parched land I drift to sweet waters where ephemeral reeds still surround the salty sea.
The current sings kisses to the left and right. The caress of the surface whispers softly to the green that waits in the distance. An impenetrable Membrane is getting lost in the cooling.
It is the sunlight that is now able to give me a lot of warmth. Countless fluttering wings spread scents that increasingly smell of the vastness where the morning hour awaits me with light blue air. Tomorrow, I hope, you will gently raise me from a thousand drops.
Without many words, you will weave a new life for me.
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