The breeze made the willow sway all around them. Soft, lush grass moved all around them. Birds glide by them in the evening sky. And (or so it seemed) at that moment, all was right in the world.
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The breeze made the willow sway all around them. Soft, lush grass moved all around them. Birds glide by them in the evening sky. And (or so it seemed) at that moment, all was right in the world.