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A whisper of a breeze passes through an expressionless valley.
Each breath held tightly within my lungs refusing to miss a single gaze. Sitting motionless with anticipation for the next light wind. Inhaling each deep breath awakens every sense. The smell the mountain arouses passion. The brilliance of the valley eases the heart. To rest for a second on a bed of white baby’s breath is a moment that will be blissfully consumed again. |
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beautiful.
thanks for sharing. *think you're missing "of" in "smell the mountain arouses passion." |
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ty ur right!
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