Huge mackerels swim through seas of blue.
Vast cliff faces rise in front of me along imaginary shorelines.
Rivers flow slowly through mysterious lands,
down into immense deltas to uncharted oceans dotted with tall schooners sailing.
Faces come and go as I look,
whipped ice-cream peaks and candy-floss sticks,
cotton-wool balls and creamy white mashed potatoes.
Dynamic, unique and totally magical
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