The trees shimmered with a fiery brilliance as the sun sent down warm rays from its lofty perch in the cloudless
cerulean sky. Grass, tall and brown but soft to the wind, waved almost hypnotically in a drowsy rhythm. I was there for a purpose but simply could not resist a brief siesta in the soft meadow. Drifting in that sweet sensation between consciousness and sleep I remember feeling...the world was almost perfect.
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