Through the Carpet of Dreams
...that border the rolling hills that contour the sighs of sleeping giants, seeping white fingers into the valleys of fey folk where ethereal music thread through low hanging branches tumbling with tumescent fruit, wafting amid the corpuscants like blossoms tossed from apple trees by frolicking zephyr...





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