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“It was the wind’s breath Whispering around the corner of the ancient, solitary wall. Sighing softly to the dandelion Blowing her seedlings merrily into the blue sky. The grass rustled a melody so airy, that the wind sneezed in octaves, making chorals full of summery hymns. The buttercups took the high notes, vibrating in the sunlight of spring Everything was in a soft light.
All as in a beautiful dream.”