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Stepping Into A Monet Painting Soft sweet wistful melodies of birds and brook surround my thoughts, pulling me slowly closer, as I gaze upon mother nature's beauty. The balmy breeze teases and tickles my bare shoulders, causing a tiny shiver and I hear myself giggling ever so slightly. I pull my shawl around my shoulders and scamper across the field, feeling the soft grass and oozing mud between my bare toes. The shimmering sunlight, now glistening on dew covered tulip petals, catches my eye. Thier red and orange tints are so brilliant and satisfying. I peer ahead and to my delight behold delicate pink hued roses, pulling me closer and closer to a quaint wooden bridge. Following the ornate stone path, I suddenly find myself lightheaded with the lingering aroma of sweetsmelling peonies. I gather my skirt and sit, dangling my legs between the rustic slats of the mossy bridge, inhaling the glory, and say a prayer of thanks to God. |
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