Here I lay in a young field of green and the florets are celebrating the first days of spring. Rejoice said the robins! Sing softly said the wind and I laid there as my heart beat rapidly in a whirlwind of a spin.
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The sun reflecting on each blade of grass, a hint or reminder of the days when we laugh. Smiling from the deepest part of my soul, I reached beyond the limits of the hollows hold. Rejoice said the robins! Sing softly said the wind and I laid there as my heart beat rapidly in a whirlwind of a spin.
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