Part 8

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Your hands move slowly while touching the surface of the water. The dim light of moon's reflection illuminates your bare skin, as you can't stop wishing to be a falling star in the sky.
Your eyes wander through the pages of your favorite book. That prodigious smell of pages takes you away to the deepest corners of your mind, letting the imagination go wild. You smile gently. For your story is not written yet.
You love catching the rays of the sun in the middle of the summer day. It shines brightly, whispering its celestial secrets. The wind blows feebly and you spread your arms, fantasizing about having wings and flying high to hear the whispers better.
You run at night barefoot towards the unknown, allowing your soul be your light and your heart be your beacon. 
You yearn for getting lost in the desolated forest, where only Mother Nature is allowed to create laws, insubordinate to the touch of human.
You love diving in the water, longing to be a part of the big oceanic kingdom.
You are the lord of your mind. And you indulge in reveries that wrap your body wholly.

-Dreamy-

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