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A pair of blonde hair blue eyed children ((((girl and a boy))) give chase to a (((pair of spectral (transparent ghostly) blue hued tiger cubs))) that seem unaware of their existence. The Tiger cubs seem to be chasing a large ball of yarn being batted down a wildflower encrusted hillside. The boy and girl are giving chase on a pair of tricycles, each with exuberant faces in their expressions. Balloons and butterflies fill the background as the balloons are tied to lamp posts and the butterflies seem to be heavily harvesting nectars from vibrant blue and purple butterfly bushes (Buddleja davidii). Painted illustration, high detail blends into backgrounds, sepia sky, bloom effects generous, abstractions generous. The feeling of fantasy meeting reality and the two blending should be the focal theme.
Exploring Dreams.
New steps, 1 gains speed. A natural swing, performance of love. A tiger's love in contrast permeates a hardened world. Strings, dreams attune, then saturate my mind. I am powerless to stop my reflection when roots grow in depth, my sorrows shed, I never felt this fine.
Reverberation, resonance, cause and effect has changed. Dynamics shift, no longer framed, now reframing. I find myself shown grace and will never to be the same. Courage in leaps, Era's close, new opportunities collide. Love works tirelessly, may we find one another in phase, a hike down this path, no race.
I pedal forth, exploration finds me healing, a path made for 2. Flowers bloom against in a harsh world, sweet aroma proves a path well worth the rest of my time. I find great ease in this way. I find no strain, I do my best, letting the chips fall where they may.
Finding 1's love makes harbor for another. I find everything connected, all paths lead back to falling back together. 1 must be on the same page, but also not just any page will do. This page must be a home made in minds met.
1 must leave hidden contempt, 1 must leave pride to the side, 1 must not exact escalation in revenge, 1 must desire to tend love for it to endure, a pleasure to spend.
The truth in love is it must feel comforting, intangibility, often no description apt to the task. It is the journey, same as the goal, a balance in both, sweetness found in 1 another. A fire permeates outward, it must be felt deep within the soul. If not a temporary phase, it shall be extinguished. Choppy waters will be the fate that sinks the delicate, and hopes for the great. Love alone may not meet the test when storms ebb and grow. A ship tossed in the sea, you must have deep faith, hard work, and luck. With gods' smiling this may be just enough.
Some love is fleeting, 1 love is strong, some shall grow forever, timeless way show first promise then fact. survival isn't the focus rather 1 love fits when others do not. Having the correct key doesn't beg the lock it either gives you a future you wish for, or turning it will not.
Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker
PS. In my life I know waiting, I know now growing, self building, repairing my smile. I remain patient I know a strength, fighting for myself, building, a world once deflated now knows steady growth. I know I build, a fight I find even against myself at times. For us I find a iron will, 1 future that builds. Allowing another 1 in a their world in truth a rare and beautiful thing. Sharing deeply allowing a light in flow. Allowing the delicate to become strong as the oak, may it become wise, and grand, an old growth.
1 Great Bounding Dedicated 4 Taylor Alison
11ov3 Aaron David
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