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Imaginary Place
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Far, far away there is a land above where any good soul may enter. This land is a resting place for all who escape reality. There is nothing that cannot be done in this land because all time, stress, worry, and hate is non-existent. Love is shown by every single body that roams in this dreamland. People frolic in this wondrous land with joy and happiness. For anyone who enters there is an ultimate reward, but only you can find it deep within yourself and only you will understand its’ meaning. This mystical realm is a place where no one is left feeling alone or scared. It’s a land that makes reality look like hell.
Waterfalls whoosh downward to blend with their streams of beautiful sparkling blue. These streams slither like snakes all across the green terrain where they are splashed in by the smallest innocent children. While elders watch these small miracles in their pool of excitement they jump and play in their own games for there is no ache and no pain in this world. Surrounded by trees there is a large field that is coated like fresh paint with red, orange, and yellow flowers. These colors vibrantly burn throughout the year. Everyone has their own spot that they are fond of. This fiery field is my favorite place to be. It’s the one place in this land where I feel like I can be myself. There is nothing that can stop me from being happy while I lay in the bed of sweet flowery aromas that engulf my body. As I lie in this field deeply slumbering my mind wanders around thinking about how happy this land is.
The people closest to me visit this world as often as I do and enjoy their own places within the land. We all join together in this lovely place to find our peace of minds and spend time together. We are always engaged in fun activities and loving conversations. There is nothing but excitement, joy, and love when we are all together in this wonderland.
Many people enter this graceful home, but some people never take the chance. Only

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