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"So, what's it like?"                                                                                                                     

"What's 'what' like?"

"You know, Heaven."

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There's this breeze that carries the fragrance of rain, clementine, cinnamon stars, cider, and marzipan, the scent of lemongrass and cedar.

You wake up to amber skies and slumber to ribbons of navy and mists of silver.

One angel's wings were composed of only dandelion fluff, functioned like it too. His breath would send the stuff swirling to a blessed child.

Another had terra cotta wings with curly-henna-q's on the wrists.

My favorite confectionary is this moonstone-like madeleine. It becomes a cream inside my mouth with a hint of banana.

(I'll elaborate later.)

 

 

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