She is surrounded by light, angelic almost. Her skin is kissed by the passing light. The breeze whispers among the trees, only a story nature would know. Her eyes seem to possess every ounce of beauty and love that seems to exist. For once she is quiet, not saying anything at all. Simply taking in the breathtaking loveliness of its entirety. The rustle of the trees clear her mind. Butterflies dance all around her on the lush afternoon air. She is reminded of generations before her, and knows that she isn't the only one to have experienced such a dream. The ground is soft beneath her feet. She makes her way down a path spotted with streaming light. The dragonfly seem to be guiding her direction and the swallow chanting her song. The pebbles beneath her feet and brightly colored and unique.
Alone, she sits experiencing love. She is consumed from every inch of her body with this feeling, this encounter. She ponders the thought that no human love could create such a vision, but could possibly flow from it.
She entertains the idea that if any more color were poured into this scene, it would overflow. The colors would mix like paint on an easel. Crashing together in perfect chaos. Only the Painter would know what is in store for them.
The trees seem to turn in toward her, embracing her, protecting her. Nothing is generic in this existence. Nothing is common or ordinary...you just have to open your eyes and see the harmony. how everything flows together. how it was meant to be. perfect chaos.
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