the wind, she whispered.
the wind, she whispered through fields of grass blades who bow to even her faintest murmurs and spend their time catching the scattered rays of soft sunlight shining from a somewhat cloudy Irish sky so they may briefly glisten like emeralds as she passes through their realm; vast and limitless they are only the quick choppy waves on the great open sea, a mere decoration on a trinket adorning a small article of a much larger set in a never ending collection of what can only be described as a miraculous and majestic environment, lacking any explanation, shrouded in mystery and mythology but providing every need or desire one could ever dream to imagine.
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