she woke up among the grassy meadow,
in time to see the pink and orange sky gazing down at her
the butterflies fluttered amongst the flowers,
a soft and gentle breeze rushed past,
causing the dandelions to lose their tiny wands.
all thoughts were kept secret then, only the forest folk knew of them;
she was one to whisper in her sleep.
' i call this one, sunset.' she murmered.
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