Flash back AH.
The snow on a cold damp day froze into the ground. My imagination thought of icing powder and white fluff balls of heir from a polar bear stuck to a sick or an ice block. A gate of trees stuck wright in front of me as I gazed of to sleep. The orange mango colored sun was shinning straight through and for my sense of imagination I thought it wasn't true cause your imagination isn't necessarily true.
The sun wen't straight past the trees and into my brain formed a ladder and I zoomed of to the clouds of winter were my imagination had to end. WAKE UP...
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