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Reality lives in a Box.

Inspiration went for a walk in the woods wearing a long black dress. She sat under a tree in the snow. Her tears fell on the ice and froze, looking like dewdrops made of glass.

Little thoughts grew wings and flew around aimlessly. I heard purple Butterflies and water coloured snowflakes have childhood conversations.

Imagination lay beside me and made snow fairies in the snow, humming its favorite song.

We had been lying in the snow for a while now. I felt damp, but not cold. It was drizzling and the box made a soft noise ,but we didnt realize.

We just looked at the sky and smiled.