don't you find hot air balloons just lovely and whimsical
a large rainbowed bauble floating in the sky
i've always imagined myself in one
the clouds would float pass me silently
and my entire face engulfed in its soft cottony texture
i would look down at vast pastures of green
and dots of little houses with smoke piping out from chimneys
and then i would look up -
and feel a little closer to Him
"He hath made every thing beautiful in his time."
Ecclesiastes 3:11
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