Sometimes, in my dreams I'm there standing on a large rock formation, looking out to the surrounding ocean, seemingly endless in depth, yet there is a beach that appears only when you tire of swimming and need to rest. Jumping into the water reveals the brilliant colors of the coral reef below, something only a painter could create, especially color wise, blues that are bluer than blue, reds more vibrant than the finest Chinese ornaments , and crisp purples that would suck your soul away. Fish would swim around and tickle your toes, nibble maybe, but never bite. Eventually in this paradise, it comes to an end when you grow tired, when you dose off, you die, and return to the real world.
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