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Roller Coaster

There is a track laid on the ground. Climbing and curve around to form a circuit. And we are on those rides, climbing hard to reach the top, only to dip down fast and try again for that sense of adrenaline and satisfaction.

And again, we would come back for it. It’s an addiction too short-lived.

Is it possible to fall in love with a tree house instead?  ‘Cause I like the height and its cozy small space nearer to the stars above.