The wind blew across her face and scattered the forever-forgotten dandelion seeds to the ends of the earth.
The meadow was overrun with nature.
She sat up in the dogwood tree; her ivy crown sitting upon her head in all of its glory.
The bees and butterflies danced around the flowers entwined in her mousy brown hair.
The heat of the sun warmed her back, and englufed her in a sea of light.
Wrapping its arms around her.
Keeping her safe as she sucked the honeysuckles for fear of darkness.
This was youth.
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