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She was feasting on everything through all her senses

Oh to travel. Oh to dream. Her first trip in ages. She was feasting on everything through all her senses. This was living. This was to live.

She was even doing a dance. Standing on her tippy toes. Yet, something gnawed at her. She would have to leave this dream state. If only she could bottle this feeling up and drink it as needed. And, then there it was. She could bottle it up. The power was within her.

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