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[organi2edchaos]

The spring breeze made her hair dance about her face, in rhythm with the earths cycles. The smell of the newly risen grass filled her lungs as she exhaled and held her face towards the sun. Spinning in circles, arms stretched in her pale yellow dress. Spring had finally sprung. She picked flowers and made intricate bouguets to bring home to her

Comments

[robertlyon]

it's nice

[organi2edchaos]

Thank you dear!