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Hues of red, orange, violet, and pink
paint rivers of color across the expanse of blue.
Those majestic mountains and cliffs
extend miles and miles into the infinite horizon,
waiting to be explored.
The ground is as soft as fleece and as white as snow;
nearby, a lake sings the songs of summer.

There is a castle in the distance
built out of colorful, transluscent crystals.
Inside is a little girl, the queen,
creating whatever dream her heart desires
(ignorant of the horrors below).

Fantasy and I race across this world;
this world is absolutely mine.
My heart is yours,
my mind is free,
and I am ubiquitous.

This is the world that I see
sitting in my car, on my way home,
looking up
on a beautiful evening.