We were in the resting spot of an incredible magic tree, surrounded by moving nougat waters. Magic people lived in a world close to the enchanted tree. We swam to the island of a tree from a submerged car, a huge suburban that Leeza felt immortal in- like she could drive anywhere or over anything. A pretty young Burner-looking type sat on a bench, her clothes and skin drenched in dried nougat residue, covering her like fairy dust. She had dreadlocks and artfully tattered clothes. In the place were many limbs spring forth from a lovely truck, we resided.
Waiting for the dream to move forth.
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