I'm not with the flowers, I am the flowers.





Letting the grass tickle under my feet. Spinning around in a circle, waving with my arms like the waves in the stormy ocean. Huddling the blond curls from my face. Touching the sky with my admiring eyes. Smiling like the sun.


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