Imagination Vacation #1:
Let's take a walk through an exotic poppy field. For what appears to be miles, poppy flowers are in bloom. A quiet buzz of pollenating insects stir in the steady breeze. The flowers ebb and flow like small waves. AND THERE YOU ARE! You emit peace from your pores and take in the fragrant air. Nothing could stop you from feeling deep abiding joy. Not even that considerably large heroin factory whose militant workers protect and cultivate the poppy field. NO. You are soaking in sunshine and when an alarm sounds on the plantation, you simply lie down amid the flowers. This region is wraught with territorial wars between competing drug cartels. As bazookas begin to blaze overhead, you find a pleasant sensitivity between your body and the shattering rumble of the earth beneath you. The delicate vibration lulls you to sleep. And you dream about fluffy bunnies and pecan pie with Cool Whip.
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