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I trip and fly through my adventurous, wondrous imagination:

The ancient leaning trees towering over the abandoned little cottage,

The shimmer of light shines onto the glossy river leading into the unknown…

Sparkling fireflies dart and whizz piercing the darkness of the enchanted forest,

The toadstools like lollipops dipped into a rainbow,

Worms dig in and out of the clumpy soil just like fresh concertinas.

What magical adventures will I have next?

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