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WHEN THE SOAP BUBBLES
POP IN MY HEAD

I remember all the soap bubbles from when I was a kid. I remember the bubbles filled the sky of a neighborhood square, bursting into sweet rain drops made out of rainbows. I still make soap bubbles now, but they never look and smell the same. What makes me believe that soap bubbles could be sweet is not what it is but what I see it in my mind. 

Here is a chapter of some dreamlike moments in life.