In the Garden

Bristling wind, flowing through her hair, brushing against her skin. The melodic arrangement of nature captivated her.

It was as if time stood still, as the swaying leaves and trees around her, spread out, and enveloped the waters. What was this feeling? The serenity brought about by the shades and tones of green.

Though she held to memories, reminiscing times of long ago, she felt at peace, was this feeling close to being home?

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