Bubbles floating in the air, young eyes stand and stare. rainbows popping in the air. Smokey bubbles burst with a puff wispy white against the backdrop of night.
Bubbles floating at every height, children running jumping with all their might. Little faces full of glee playing with bubbles until its time for tea.
Linking bubbles making new shapes, over the ground they make their escape. Then comes the biggest bubble of all, gently blown until it falls, still that pack of bubbles entertains and enthrals.
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Rhythm of the Ink 