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Chasing Dew Tripping through lazy, daisy fields like a troubadour in search of rhythm, I laugh at the sky and smile at the sun as it shines on my face bright with morning. Pirouetting on toes, I lean into a dancing breeze that hems my flowing dress splattering and sticking pastel colors, around my legs, running with me, clinging to my essence. I breath greedily to capture and savor, to reserve and recall on days less splendid. One last twirl, one last glance, one more thought, forward. |
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