The space under the sky is free. When not sheltered by those fenestrated canopies under which masses preserve lifestyles by appeasing superiors with quomodocunquizing every-actions, the soul takes to the blue and green as a revitalizing dip into an effervescently warm bath, where the reboant cries for a connection to a more meaningful purpose and reason is found when sunlight irrupts both the body and mind with a cleanse of clarity, peace, and harmony. ; )

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