Blue daisies and warm light

The goddess of weather personally greeted her with two of her favourite seasons at one time. The pregnant skies finally  delivered droplets of rain she waited 9 whole months for. The breeze moved like an ambulance rushing to save a soul.The room was warmly lit, the fresh blue daisies giving company to her wild spirit. Everything in sync with her idea of beauty. But slowly through slightly open windows of repressed memory, entered a force that  collaborated with the rice lights, and illuminated a feeling so dark. Emptiness, could it be you?




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