I appear as a landscape so breathtaking, it can only live in the mind.
I feel like the finest linen, only sold in a store you wouldn't dare to enter.
I taste like the milk and honey of the promised land you haven't yet reached.
I sound like the waves that caress a sunset beach, near but yet, a few steps too far.
I smell like the aroma of fresh bread inhaled by a hungry child, as he begs at the steps of a bustling bakery.
For who am I,
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