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Day Breeze

On a stroll through the park, embraced by a breeze, smiling cheerfully as it whistles through the trees. It lifts her hair, swaying the long strands, while she brushes them back with the palms of her hands. The sun caresses her with its glare, as leaves soar in the autumn air. She’s enjoying the warmth of the southern wind, wishing the breeze will never end.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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