Freedom, I think as I walk slowly through the flower field. What is freedom? I bend over and sniff the lovely perfumes originating from a daisy. When you feel free, I sit down down cross legged among the beautiful flowers. Daisies, lavender, poppies, all around me. I feel free here. I pick a flower and start making a flower crown. Freedom is a lovely thing. I add a flower to the chain. Everything and everyone desires freedom, hates the feeling of being trapped. I add another flower to the growing chain. I smile and think, Every living thing needs freedom.
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Freedom
DiversosFreedom. This is a short story I have written to enter a wattpad contest.
