"But finally you find that you have people of flesh and blood on your hands, people with will and an individual sensibility of their own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate or distort." (Harold Pinter)
In my mind I see you dancing, fireflies in the cloudy sky.
Who are you: ghosts from a hidden past, forgotten dreams?
In the warm air you climb, perhaps ascending slowly to join the mothership?
Where you come from, I am sure, must be different from here: a secret world…
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This is so magical and light – lovely.
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