Butterfly eyelids flutter open as a faint breeze caresses my cheeks. Iridescent spirits ride the wind, soaring through spring meadows, skimming wildflowers with pointed toes. I lie on my back amongst the swaying, tall grass in this blessed, abundant landscape, prospering in nature’s rebirth.
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