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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 8:46 pm
Spring had finally arrived. The fields were full of vibrant early blooms, robins hopped from branch to branch, and every breath brought with it the sweet scent of a world renewed. The soft new grass tickled her cheek as she lay there, looking up at the blue sky. There was one particular cloud who's path she was tracing across the sky, watching as it lazily drifted and changed. For a while it had been an usida, then it blurred, and now it was changing into something which reminded her of a skunk.
A small blue feathered bird flitted across her vision. She lifted her head to watch as it land on a nearby sapling.
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