Snow, watah, air. The keys to our existence. The fuel for my life. What makes us makes me. The elements. changing, twisting turning seamlessly. no snowflake, turn, stroke, dip, or drip is ever the same. Each tree, cliff, rock, boil and drop trend together. You know what I am talking about. He does. I kind of do. The wanderer sees it. He seeks it out the same as us. The quest attempt "journey" flying floating fluffing. puf he goes over powdah pilllow... until splash he submerges in the soft solution. absorbing, wanderer living more than any.
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