The Mirage of Thoughts

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Once there was a soup that wanted to fly. It never did, but sometimes it tickled the wind's ear.

The frog whispered to the rainbow, secrets only the puddle knew.

A rabbit held a clock, not to be late, but to be early for nothing at all.

The moon once danced on a teacup's rim, giggling at the stars below.

Do you remember when cookies flew like birds? Or when the sun wore a hat of bright jellybeans?

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