the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
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the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
f
e
l
l
Today was the first time I've gone biking in the morning - the proper morning, when the sun is light on your shoulders and the neighborhood is waking up, bursting with birdsong and the not-so-harmonious orchestra of barking dogs - and it was wonde
Write a short story or poem about a time traveler or time travelers. Where and when are they going? Where and when are they coming from? What are they going to do when they get there?
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