dreaming

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crystalline honey snowflakes drift softly from the lavender sky, and they sizzle sweetly on our stuck out tongues.
this is the place of honeysuckle and lilacs and peaches, their aromas perfectly harmonizing in the shimmering air. candy floss is woven into the trees creating glistening webs that catch droplets of sunshine we collect to bathe in.
our dresses are woven by the flitting unseen fairies, stardust the only thing brushed across our faces. beauty and nature are coming together as it was destined.
my mother is the moon, my sister is the sun, and the love between us is the molten core in the depths of the earth.
each night we climb the tree of knowledge and lay on its vast branches, as we walk in the land of dreams knowing the truth of life: we are safe and we are loved.

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