Upon the rising of the sun the food sailed down beneath green parachutes, coming as if in the sweetest of heavenly dances.
Gravity calls we earthlings home, made safe and sound by our bonds to silken sails.
Parachutes adorned the sky as confetti at a summer wedding, the gayest of colours so bright against a perfect sky. Though in the same wind there was a slight tough of chaos to their movements, each of them taking their own unique path back to earth.
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