It was like no other world I'd been to before. The terrain was like gaseous snow, except translucent pink. The supposed shrubbery, too, were cloudlike and amorphous, and seemed to saunter across the misty landscape. I belly-wiggled towards puffy translucent kitten-like creature and it dispersed into the air before my eyes. I twirled around and found it by my leg. Then it bit me.
So I was saddened, fell from my high and found myself back in my dance studio, surrounded by potted plants and entwined vines. I made myself some Camellia tea, jotted down notes for this post, did the laundry, my my rounds about the tenants and read some TechCrunch.
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