Where the grass never grows
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How many of you have watched the animation UP? How many of you have ever wondered how it must feel if you held onto balloons and it carried you away?
Well young Axel is in a similar situation, except in his world the lush greens and forests that were encompassed with sturdy trees and vibrant greens of varying shades, are now synthetic leaves with dyed paint. Or the once rosy cheeked flowers emitting attractive hues of blush pink, violets, reds are now plastic petals, with an unnatural glossy finish.
wonder what to expect, when you live in the skies.
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