Taint a celestial vault for me in shades of blue, and sprinkle stars over clear waters, emulating musical notes floating through frozen times. Give me a sandglass containing grains of memories, take a photo of someone dancing through the prairie fields, or maybe filter Paris's boulevards and cafes in vintage lens -- drown me in such ethereal worlds.
I JUST REALIZED THAT I HAVE CHOIR ON 27TH AND 28TH. AND I JUST EMAILED THE WRL PERSON ASKING WHETHER I CAN GO FOR CIP ON 27TH AND 28TH. HOW DUMB CAN I GET?!