Today I shall be a fleeing princess. She travels to a land where all seasons meet each other, all at the same time. To where the sweet smell of spring engulfs her mid-summer.And so it is that she will lie in a sweet stupor neither asleep nor awake, craddled in mighty inked arms, through which fall the sun, the stars and all the celestial lights.
-Dandelion Head
Thats what dreams are made of, a fleeting glimpse of an invasion on to some mystical soil, a story from a century back of who you might have been, or were you suddenly absorbed into a fairy tale...Make a wish and spy, with your dreamy eye what you want to be, anywhere you wish to be, probably you'll travel as far as your imagination and slowly drift beyond...A vision that I bottled from my dreams.
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