moon river, luna sea, same ocean
At the moment my mind is bobbing on the surface of these oceans that would, ultimately, render themselves into three conceptual stories: a man with a girl with attractive goggles swimming together in a pool that has no end; a girl who literally swims in her own tears; a boy who possesses a ball that clashes with the stars.
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The color of the story or stories is grey blue with sparkles from tears and stars.
Fly me to the moon...
By Oy, at 6:38 AM
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