The place I usually see:
A palace of clouds,
A castle of air crystals,
A place where the angels sing.
As I daydream about it,
It feels as it is just simply
A figment of my imagination.
But it is there-I know it.
For it is the place I have traveled
Over a million times to and back.
I throw my head back while humming
A delightfully hearty tune of my childhood,
And I gaze at the exquisitely divine skies.
Where magic exists.
Where there is peace for everyone.
Where all hope to be going someday.

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