Look to the hills, where the air is fresh with the odour of blooming daffodils. "Hello?" The sun, so warm in the sky, blazing down upon hills, fresh with daises. "Pleasure to me you." Roll in the grass, cartwheel down the hills. "I can't believe we met." So much green, so many hills, the air so fresh, the smell of summer, sweet. "This has to be a dream?" Not a cloud in the sky, blue, so far and wide. "It's not." Bloom, everywhere, blossom, day. "I'm so happy we met." Daisy chains, yellow-white daffodil cups, grass stains. "Me too." No rush, whole day.
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James Green
Weaving words into captivating worlds, this author's storytelling will transport you to realms of imagination and leave you breathless.
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