We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Orbs collide like lips in the night. Hanging off my body almost with fish like forms. I run for the door falling over myself. Grasping almost gasping at the bubbly air. I pass through a blue spot and see Japan slowly rot. Then a red angel with white spots ascends to the heavens.
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