Once upon a time, there was a dragonfly...called it a dragonfly, it did not really fly like dragon. It also had a pair of wings of desire. It slid over the still water, it looked, it felt, and it kept on flying. Never had it find a nice place to stay, from its mind. It used to dip on water, meaning to have a taste of the flowing state. Flying differed from flowing. Flying could go high, while flowing only went downward. The dragonfly tipped on the water again and again...
The only moment when the dragonfly made a stop, its wings froze. It was in the twilight of sunset, and the golden shine touched the desires to be inherited. In a still picture that followed, the pair of wings was the only focus under the spot.
I would like to learn how to swim before I go into the water, and perhaps this is the condition.
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