Mist...
like clouds, that touched me the way light-handed glitters would fall on my skin; I ran down the dewy hill. It was like magic, that I had never felt. It felt like the peak of my existence. It was, in whole, the way to be a living being. If I had to do it over, I would have stayed there.
Sadly, it wasn't possible. Still, my heart cries for that place. It will be forever in my heart; maybe someday it will be the reality in which I live.
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