This morning I was imagining a lovely character. A seven year old
girl who meticulously cleans her room everyday, making sure each nick
nack is exactly in its place. a very simple character trait but it
suited my fancy for the morning. So as I was driving up the uncommonly
steep hill going to school, i saw a hot air balloon in the distance. It was softly
grazing the clouds and slowly rolling past the mountains. I couldn't help but to imagine my
character riding ecstatically in the wicker basket, completely unaware
of the world. Naturally, (i thought to myself) one would be if they
started the morning off soaring with the birds, in the quiet serenity of
the vast expansion of sky.
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