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fss,The moonlight condenses into liquid on the glass-like clouds, sliding down the rainbow slide, I walk forward on transparent star dust, my fingertips brushing the breathing aurora, waking up the sleeping galaxy, those floating books grow wings, pages turn into fireflies, whispering dreams yet to come in my ears, my shadow suddenly stands up and hands me a cup full of aurora.
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