Then, my heart became joyous as the skies were cleared with the sounds of exotic birds. Yelping spider monkeys and the rush of rivers and waterfalls formed a backdrop, filling my ears with its sonnets carried on the shoulders of passing breezes and soaring doves.

The rustle of dreams filled the skies, like white gannets rising the depths of our lifted hearts. And, as any premonition would have it, just before our insightful visions actually occurred, we leapt off the precipices of faith into fully devoted conviction, while its gusts spanned the underside of our wings to herd us to the mountain’s golden city of paradise.

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