Doves coo and soft winds brush my skin as I breathe in the sweet smell of honeysuckle.
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Goosebumps delightfully tickle my skin when the dogs sniff my bare feet with their whiskery, wet noses.
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My steps are softened by sand and grass as I gather wildflowers that grow in the field. Sun shines through spider webs sparkling with drops of dew.
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The faucet runs cold and fills the tin can round the stems. Now arranged and set next to my chair, this beautiful gift to myself lifts my soul.
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Heather Glenn
"If you are always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be."
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Fading
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And every night at midnight, Peril twinkled in delight as she whooshed in among the other small, wispy, balls of light. The dance was about to begin here above while life below waited for change as part of predestined plans. Leaving the light-filled realm required much patience from the wisps as they had to come to a complete stop before descending. Many of them had memories of existing below before serving here and those with happy memories shimmered in anticipation.
By Heather Glennabout a year ago in Fiction
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This is lovely and also calming ...