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Kaliana

Jan. 5  2016 in well idk

It's a island floating in the middle of a infinite grey-blue ocean.
The sky always has a greyish blue colour, as if a storm was gathering, but there never was any storms. Sunlight fell only on the places my head told it to fall on.  You fell from the sky onto little wavy slopes of soft grass as green as emeralds, and as soft as fur, like a wavy sloping carpet slipping silently into the spaces in between your bare toes, and it was perfect for cushioning a fall.  You looked at the sea, it was the same colour as the sky, like another sky with another world below it.