The air outside is intoxicating. Sunlight happily whispers of spring- no longer a distant myth, but a dream from a past life awakening once again. Warm, soft air caresses my skin, soothing the wounds that the biting winter winds have left behind.
The soft air and whispering sunlight come together and fill the empty spots within me-leaving bubbling, giddy happiness where blank pages once were; I feel whole and new. Fresh as the spring sun. I am warming and waking to the sun's sweet touch, as the ocean on an august day, and when it all crashes into me, I am lost in day dreams.
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