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I try to grasp it all, let every moment fill my lungs: the tall trees waving, mourning, at the distant, soft clouds, the multitude of colors and lights flickering through leaves, casting dancing shadows on my hands, the breeze that caresses my face and moves her pretty hair. She plucks them out and laughs, throwing little strands out of the window. My heart glows - a mother, a goddess. 

Fallen leaves and a bed of soft, vibrant grass. 

The air smells like the end of summer, I am born again.