I would love, love, love to live under a mushroom, if only for a moment.
Under this mushroom I would sit and read until the sun went down.
When I was left with nothing but the moonlight and stars, I would make myself
comfortable under this mushroom and sleep with the caterpillars.
In the morning we would wake up and turn our home into a feast.
Why is it that all the jelly fish in the world seem fake these days?
We're all so terrified of being stung we don't see what we're missing out on.
We're denying ourselves the opportunity to learn to move the way the jelly fish do.
Let's take a day off and lose ourselves in the rhythm of the ocean.
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