Sometime, somewhere; 3/X/16

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Sometime, somewhere, I am flying, and I can reach out and touch the stars with my fingertips.

Sometime, somewhere, I can breathe underwater and swim tirelessly, and I have named every fish in the seas.

Sometime, somewhere, I don't need to breathe at all and I can reach even the highest places.

Sometime, somewhere, I never worry about time passing or the future.

Sometime, somewhere, I am perpetually happy and that is an unchangeable fact.

Sometime, somewhere, I am not me. But right here and now, I am no one else.

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