01100101 over the hills and sparkly liquids trickle blue sky dew whispers, some say the earth moves beneath dream-cluttered skies, 01101001 relentless patterns in the blooming grass and beneath where the worms dance their binary waltz.
101010 to a faraway place where the limelight never flickers out, in dusk-chained shackles 11001000 teeming with stories untouched yet vivid in worlds strayed far out, fingertips dipped into lumen-sugar clouds. A glance beyond the structure where flowers stand.
011101 repeatedly chasing viridian whirlwinds, 001110 captured and sentenced to awakenings plucked from fabled day's rest, unlayered. Have you seen daisies on the ceiling where shadows congregate to 1001110101 sing the unheard tangos of the ancients? Tugging at threads.
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