The billowing wind rippled through the high green grass, while tired eyes fluttered close with every soft whisper of the water near by. I know not her name, for mine was once lost, her beauty comparable to the Goddess them self. The steady thump of my chest, fluttering as my eyes danced over her silken features, grinding them as if the Last Supper. The dainty butterfly land gracefully on her up rose knee, it to admiring her innocent beauty. For this I was lost in the river of gold framing pink-flushed cheeks, that I failed to notice her form stir. She rose with a yawn, outstretched her arms, she sat simply gazing at the insect still perched on her knee.
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