In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies

i became aware of a slow dance of golden lights

flying with your paper cranes

and you'll be drunk and high and turned on and turned out.. but never bored

wanna find myself by the sea

The sun breathes out through your lungs, a rapture, hallowed and sanctified and unafraid. 
Cosmic rebirth, erupt into stardust. Dreamers, rise ... 
-Susanna King Cole 
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