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Wind, ocean, music.
Sunlight and dreams, magic in the Real World.
Sometimes you forget that it exists here.
Sometimes you wonder how you ever existed outside of your own little Wonderland, and then you remember.
You never do. Wonderland is in your head, the whole of reality can be tilted just a little to one side, and we are all mad here.
When have you ever met someone who was completely ordinary, completely sane?
Truly.
We are all mad. But the world is never as mad as it could be, ever turning, ever changing. Ever full of possibility.
Come and dance with me, will you, won't you.
We shall gambol through the waves at water's edge, barefoot and laughing in the sunshine.
We shall creep through the hidden paths of the forest, smiling secretly for one another only.
We shall make this reality a Wonderland, together.
Sunlight and dreams, magic in the Real World.
Sometimes you forget that it exists here.
Sometimes you wonder how you ever existed outside of your own little Wonderland, and then you remember.
You never do. Wonderland is in your head, the whole of reality can be tilted just a little to one side, and we are all mad here.
When have you ever met someone who was completely ordinary, completely sane?
Truly.
We are all mad. But the world is never as mad as it could be, ever turning, ever changing. Ever full of possibility.
Come and dance with me, will you, won't you.
We shall gambol through the waves at water's edge, barefoot and laughing in the sunshine.
We shall creep through the hidden paths of the forest, smiling secretly for one another only.
We shall make this reality a Wonderland, together.
