Purple Prose

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The wind flowing in her hair like a singing siren the rays of sunlight hitting the water at just the right angle. The little yellow flowers in the field standing up straight as if reaching for the warmth of the sun. Her eyes like the sea exploring the horizon full of chickens. They were chirping like birds as they ran around the clearing. Some were sleeping under the shades. I wanted to breath it in and keep the picture deep into my skin, into my soul.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 15, 2023 ⏰

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