Gather your bags, your bagages and burden, it's time to get into the 'nacelle', we are going up on a sky-trip, on an air-tour, we are going to ascend and meet the clouds, join the birds in the pure azur and the bright light.
Gather your thoughts, and leave the leaden ones behind, we live on light, we feed on light, we become light. Cut the bounds, renounce the ties, undo the shackles, the nacelle will now ascend and rise to unknown heights, we will bear oh so gladly, the so desirable lightness of being, the freedom of flying unbounded, the ultimate perk of no weight, no worry.
Nothing, nothing can reach the air-balloon in full flight. Your mind is this balloon. Nothing can weight the mind, la Montgolifiere des airs knows no frontier, no rule, and no limitation.
Josephine waves from a cloud, and wish you a happy ascent.
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