Delight
The chilling grass cools my back,
sending a wave of shivers up my spine.
My fingers spread open to grasp, a chunk of the green, musky earth hairs.
I stare up at the colours, violet, blue, and green, whisking in the sky. My cheeks tug the corners of my mouth up, ever so slightly…While soft chuckles brush past my lips, with glee.
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