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At first glance, I

Thought that it wasn’t

Real,

But I blinked, as

Sunlight bore into 

My eyes:

 

I was awake,

Numb and bleary-eyed.

Though

Completely stunned, I

Relaxed my shoulders 

Into 

 

The clouds that held

Tightly onto me,

While

I ran my hand

Over gentle plains,

Softly,

 

Before stretching

My arm towards the

Ground,

Hesitantly

Picking up the clothes

Lying…

 

It was cold, as

I began to get

Dressed;

The wind kept on

Whispering into

My ear…

 

By Fin

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