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She sat in the middle of the field, leaves floating around her, a pink flower in her flowing hair, picking at the grass absent-mindedly as she gazed at the clouds passing by, she saw dark rain clouds, only for a second, dampening her mood, as it would dampen her surroundings, closing her eyes, for a minute or two, bringing light to the dark places in her soul, opening her eyes suddenly to see the clouds far off in the distance, wind carrying it away in it's embrace
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