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Like the dandelion parachute caught from the architecture of its unearthly perfect orb, spiraling upwards, bending, twisting, soaring higher and higher. The earth rushes underneath it, on an out of scale journey. Glimpses of block colours. Blues, reds, smiling faces. Shouts and laughter the noise of cars and bird chatter.

Good to see old friends. Like a hot tea after a brisk spring walk when the sun warms but the breeze reminds you of winters reluctant departure. Heh Moody. Heh Leon. Rember how we rolled.

They are making a TRON sequel. Huzzah