faster than the shooting stars!

love the chow! contemplating quietly, drifting off in2 a deep, relaxed place. away, up there, past the clouds, moon, sun, milky way, wee, around and back again. come w me, let's fly so fast that we r faster than the shooting stars; feel the night blowing through our hair, on our face, tickling our neck, arms and feet, moving under our shirts and pants flapping wildly from the wind. the speed is thrilling, isnt it? ah, an endless expanse of freedom, darkness and light, open-armed, embracing. look over there! do u see that planet about a trillion and a half light years away? it's over there, a bit 2 the right, above that solar storm. see it? hold my hand child, that's where we're going.
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