Imagine my friend, the wind, journeying through the ancient spice trail. And as she pass carries my aroma on her feathers that leave an unforgettable memoir of an invisible journey. I would say to my friend: "without you, where would I go". We fly across faces of varying shades like an endless ocean of differing tints of a single hue. We glide across minds of many dreams carrying our songs of infinite melody from a few simple notes.
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