The Meadow

As she runs through the meadow of flowers she picks up speed as the wind rushes under her umbrella. The flower petals whisper and flurry all around her as she passes by. Feeling free as a bird she keeps running. Letting all her cares, secrets, and worries escape her mind and soul. She’s light as a feather for the first time in forever. The hours feel like minutes, the rest of the world disappears. She’s alone and at peace at last.

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