Do you have places you go or things you do, where nothing matters anymore, in the sense that nothing ordinarily stressful is stressful?
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In the place I want to find, the autumn never ends. The leaves don’t fall but float, and every time we kiss, a green leaf turns to orange. In a secret field, you will run up to a scarecrow. It will lift its pumpkin head and rake us free a tunnel through the sky. The [...]
Perhaps the right kind of material can absorb enough light to heat the air inside it, giving us hot air balloons that need no fuel. Would you like to travel the world in a balloon?