Breezes are blowing softly... like cherub kisses upon my skin. These breezes dance lightly over me leaving hints of how they begin.
I imagine that angelic breezes are born on the shores that hold oceans in.
These breezes are pink and orange burst of color.
A pallet of light stretching out until it goes no longer.
And these shores are bathing in the sun as they lay out by their seas.
Here Diamonds by the Millions can't capture the night long enough to set the stars free.
So, the cherub kisses dancing across my face begin in an exuberant, tantalizing, wonderful make believe place.

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In my head... MY "MINDS EYE" so to speak.. Is a land.... a place...magical and free. I have built this place where I escape life along the way...I guess.?