It was soft cotton whispers of the wind and ageless rings around the cycle of sky that enfolds us. You were glowing and growing and garbling up bottles of sunshine and sand.

We raced willy nilly through the fields and the forests, down up ways and down ways and sideways and through ways. We cast aside old ways and took up memories of newness. We were old and new and young again and again and again.
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