Billions of steps were very steep, it might've been deep, enlarge of icicles and snowy levels, wayward trailing paths, diagonalized railings released to hold and held supportive grip all the way downfall, one by one, nothing a single glide at this time, the walls complete dark, able not to see and saw, untwine those cyclone stairways unstable to shifted clockwise around and around, by the circle itself alone, no more fearless, no more pain, no more suffering and terrified, it wasn't cold enough, it isn't super hot enough either and neither to stepped on, huffing wind takes off suddenly, stairways would've been and seen longer on foot, it hasn't been slippery since then, we cherished the land to be free. Imagine intelligent apple and banana tree has grown up tall like it is and was out into the magical world, intertwined of time, it looks like one huge dream right there forever, go through it handsomely hole
Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-22-20
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