A shimmering lake, tasting of Sunny D light, but looking as clear as air itself. No people only spirits floating about blissfully. No worries, only freedom swelling through them. Everyone would get along, by their interior traits, instead of the too judged exterior outlooks. There would never be day, only night. And the moon would always be full, illuminating the perfect amount of glow. Soft grass would be growing, without the worry of insects. Food wouldn’t matter, nor water, being that we were risen from the dead once again. I would run through the fields and roll around in the grass, only to realize. This is not my perfect world. Because, in my perfect world there is no death...
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Submission Name: Perfect World
