To be alive....
To be alive….
She leaned onto a log, covered in moss, the smell of those fresh dew drops on these, one can’t resist those. She didn’t mind the dirt on her dress nor did she care for the tiny bugs blissfully exploring her arms. This was a daily routine. The sun was just out, there was enough light to see the raw beauty of this world. The golden colour slowly covered the vastness of the land like a blanket.…
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