the float state


Scattered and hanging, above all else. With little to see below and very little to watch above, the only place to fathom justice is the airy beacon of uncertain serenity. Looks like a playground, minutes later looks like a famished desert. Then, looks like an island in the Middle East and divulges in to a ‘Gravity’ like poster frame before coming a cropper with the looks of a barren plateau. The perils notwithstanding, if I was a vagabond with wings, I would fly.

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