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Ever wonder what it would be like to be a bubble on the wind? Where it goes? What it sees? |
| Shimmering, iridescent beauty, captured within the confines of the perfect orb. Weightless and carefree, floating from one fantasy land to another, without a care in the world. Sunlight reflecting across the soap-slicked surface, explodes into a magical prism of light and grace. Buffeted about at the whim of Nature's winds and currents. No restrictions on space or time. Only a good head wind, and a softly spoken prayer for the absence of rain. |