white fragile petals flying through her long curly dark hair were dancing a waltz, while the spring winds were an orchestra players. An inaudible tune was visible somehow in the gentle movements of all nature elements around. The richly- dressed branches, flowers and petals, lost leaves,little creatures- joyful butterflies and bugs- they all follow the hidden, but precise rhythm of a tune only they can hear.
The air around is sweet but fresh and life- giving, rich with fragrance and vibrating with expectations. The veils of the night are closing in, bearing with them the mysteries of what's to come.
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