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×× Lucid in our dreams. Sliding through paradigms of clocks and space we tend our breathe to sugar plum haze. Chasing strawberry fields and summer’s sweet peaches, we’re weightless, tossing in silky skies and milky ways. We’re travelers. Wanderers, shifting through creamy mazes and moons. Vineyards of stars, we sip on wild air. Paradise found, of bed head and bliss, we dance and we drift . As the morning light swims through the sunlit shades, we wake at the sense of fresh brewed coffee. We’re alive. ××

Tim Walker Photography | All other photos sourced via pintrest

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