Built upon the Ashes of Tomorrow.
This Brave New World.
What kinda reality is this, anyway?
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essay: #111: Cloud Nine
Floating on Cloud Nine. With love and endless possibilities. Loving and being loved. From near and far. Fade into you. Yes. A billion times. No longer in utero. Breathe. Breathe. Breathing. Again. With someone beautiful by my side.