Bees swarmed me

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He speaks of me like the beautiful bouquet of peonies, the petals perfectly round and in the perfect shade of pink but, I wish he could see the version of me. I see a gray-sky with light rain and a fast stream roaring by as a young lady sits by that stream,holding a book. She doesn't care that it's raining everywhere, she is just content and happy enjoying this moment.. She is just there and she's just Her & she is just simply happy.

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